Smoke fills the room,
with castles in the air--
I weave them all upon a silver loom,
look up if you dare--
I wonder where I'm going,
And where I belong,
What this plastic world can offer me--
The only truth I understand,
Is that within my song,
And in the smoke-filled pictures that I see--
Threads without any ends,
tangle in the chandelier--
Within the smoky corners are my friends,
and no one knows they're here--
Music floats to the ground,
dragons fly on the wing--
And in their dance, they whirl the whole room 'round,
above the heads of those to whom I sing--
Smoke fills the room,
with castles in the air--
I weave them all upon a silver loom,
look up if you dare--