My own eyes did see, my love
From the neighbour's cat you stole
It's plastic white little dove
To let it fly
Let it fly
But it's wings were all gnawed at
And it's feathers all torn out
No wonder it couldn't jet
Hearing your philosophy
From the doors cat flap
The wisdom of a child
I'm running free with you again
Getting away from all this noise
Just like the blind that cannot see
Except in their fantasy
So we rigged up pretty new wings
Out of feathers from the woods
And it still wouldn't fly
Only made some funny squeaking
When you pressed it's belly
But you kept on believing
I'm running free with you again
Getting away from all this noise
Just like the blind that cannot see
In my fantasy I saw the little dove
Climbing up the barn
Spreading it's new wings to show
That reality's made of fantasies
And this morning I found two dove feathers on my windowsill
It was gone
I'm running free with you again
Getting away from all this noise
Just like the blind that cannot see
Except in their fantasy |
