The pilot he flew all across the sky and woke me
The depths of the waters, the bridge which distraught us
I see only smoke from the chimneys arise
And brought to me thoughts of the ill-fated day
The dream it came back, all about the tall brown people
He flew solo on the mercury sea
The serpent he moved, but no-one would say
One played it by ear on the banks of the sea
That one was found but the others they went under
The birds they were clouds, the brides and the shrouds
The temples were filled with the strangest of creatures
And as we drew south the mist it came down
The black and the white, the darkness of the night
The wooded ravine to the wandering stream
God help you all, the insane and wise
Oh the tears which are shed, they won't come from me
The methods of madness, the pathos and the sadness
