She moves,
Deep from her sleep,
[The moon at her feet]
Slow breather,
[Slow slow breather]
Rising from the heap of feathers. Her hair falls,
All over her face,
Like an abandoned waif,
Shell win you with her silken shape,
Shes a floater,
Beautiful floater,
Rising from the heap of feathers. Youll want to chase her
[Chase her, chase her]
As she floats in her blue satin zephyr
But shes a shadow,
A mist,
Shes wind,
Shes air,
An impossible dream,
A virgin prayer. Shes flying with the light,
Shes flying with the light,
Flying, flying with the light,
[crossing the bridge of sighs]
And now shes lost,
Lost in the feathered skies.