| Song | The Aviator |
| Artist | Deep Purple |
| Album | Purpendicular |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Written:Gillan/Glover/Morse/Lord/Paice | |
| Riding on the moonpath | |
| in the silver of the night | |
| The fragrance on the air | |
| was of another time | |
| I cried in all my innocence | |
| you were dressed in white | |
| and even if I'd had the strength | |
| I couldn't move to save my life | |
| The fear and the thrill | |
| of the beast at the window | |
| The shivers and the chills | |
| on the hottest of nights | |
| he walked right through | |
| my open door | |
| As I began to run, he threw | |
| some gold upon the floor, and said | |
| There's plenty more | |
| where that came from | |
| I'm tired of the bombs | |
| I'm tired of the bullets | |
| I'm tired of the crazies on TV | |
| I'm the aviator | |
| A dream's a dream whatever it seems | |
| I flew along the lighted street | |
| I flew above the town | |
| I flew in ever rising cicrcles | |
| ever further from the ground | |
| As I begin to lose my breath | |
| printed faxes turn a spin | |
| A distant corner of the room | |
| will open up and let me in | |
| I'm tired of the news | |
| I'm tired of the weather | |
| I'm tired of the same thing every day | |
| I'm the aviator | |
| A dream's a dream whatever they say |
| Written: Gillan Glover Morse Lord Paice | |
| Riding on the moonpath | |
| in the silver of the night | |
| The fragrance on the air | |
| was of another time | |
| I cried in all my innocence | |
| you were dressed in white | |
| and even if I' d had the strength | |
| I couldn' t move to save my life | |
| The fear and the thrill | |
| of the beast at the window | |
| The shivers and the chills | |
| on the hottest of nights | |
| he walked right through | |
| my open door | |
| As I began to run, he threw | |
| some gold upon the floor, and said | |
| There' s plenty more | |
| where that came from | |
| I' m tired of the bombs | |
| I' m tired of the bullets | |
| I' m tired of the crazies on TV | |
| I' m the aviator | |
| A dream' s a dream whatever it seems | |
| I flew along the lighted street | |
| I flew above the town | |
| I flew in ever rising cicrcles | |
| ever further from the ground | |
| As I begin to lose my breath | |
| printed faxes turn a spin | |
| A distant corner of the room | |
| will open up and let me in | |
| I' m tired of the news | |
| I' m tired of the weather | |
| I' m tired of the same thing every day | |
| I' m the aviator | |
| A dream' s a dream whatever they say |
| Written: Gillan Glover Morse Lord Paice | |
| Riding on the moonpath | |
| in the silver of the night | |
| The fragrance on the air | |
| was of another time | |
| I cried in all my innocence | |
| you were dressed in white | |
| and even if I' d had the strength | |
| I couldn' t move to save my life | |
| The fear and the thrill | |
| of the beast at the window | |
| The shivers and the chills | |
| on the hottest of nights | |
| he walked right through | |
| my open door | |
| As I began to run, he threw | |
| some gold upon the floor, and said | |
| There' s plenty more | |
| where that came from | |
| I' m tired of the bombs | |
| I' m tired of the bullets | |
| I' m tired of the crazies on TV | |
| I' m the aviator | |
| A dream' s a dream whatever it seems | |
| I flew along the lighted street | |
| I flew above the town | |
| I flew in ever rising cicrcles | |
| ever further from the ground | |
| As I begin to lose my breath | |
| printed faxes turn a spin | |
| A distant corner of the room | |
| will open up and let me in | |
| I' m tired of the news | |
| I' m tired of the weather | |
| I' m tired of the same thing every day | |
| I' m the aviator | |
| A dream' s a dream whatever they say |