She is sitting in my living room | |
The empty glasses are one the table | |
Changing colours from the screen paint the walls | |
While she is playing with a golden feather | |
All the walls are fading away | |
The view opens up to another world | |
The purple horizon and the red sea | |
The blue forest and the white shadows | |
You follow the bright light | |
Out of your virgin cradle | |
Growing up with new wings | |
And lifting up across the clouds | |
Where all the golden eagles fly | |
Where all the men lose their face | |
Where all the golden eagles cry | |
Where all the hunting men escape | |
The dwarves and the white elves | |
Sing together all their magic tales | |
Of great kings and the dark towers | |
Dragons and all the strange power | |
The storm from the mountains | |
Turns the pages of the book | |
Tears apart the paper and steals some letters | |
Writing your name... in front of my eyes | |
Where the golden eagles love | |
Where the men loose their roots | |
Where the golden eagles die | |
Where the last dark night falls in | |
You are sitting in my living room | |
Smiling and glancing through the bricks | |
Do you still think of me? | |
Do you still dream of the golden eagles? | |
Where the golden eagles fly | |
Where the golden eagles cry | |
Where the golden eagles love | |
Where the golden eagles die... | |
The feather lies on the dirty floor | |
Your smell has been blown away | |
I find a blood note on the wall | |
„Follow me to the place you know...“ |
She is sitting in my living room | |
The empty glasses are one the table | |
Changing colours from the screen paint the walls | |
While she is playing with a golden feather | |
All the walls are fading away | |
The view opens up to another world | |
The purple horizon and the red sea | |
The blue forest and the white shadows | |
You follow the bright light | |
Out of your virgin cradle | |
Growing up with new wings | |
And lifting up across the clouds | |
Where all the golden eagles fly | |
Where all the men lose their face | |
Where all the golden eagles cry | |
Where all the hunting men escape | |
The dwarves and the white elves | |
Sing together all their magic tales | |
Of great kings and the dark towers | |
Dragons and all the strange power | |
The storm from the mountains | |
Turns the pages of the book | |
Tears apart the paper and steals some letters | |
Writing your name... in front of my eyes | |
Where the golden eagles love | |
Where the men loose their roots | |
Where the golden eagles die | |
Where the last dark night falls in | |
You are sitting in my living room | |
Smiling and glancing through the bricks | |
Do you still think of me? | |
Do you still dream of the golden eagles? | |
Where the golden eagles fly | |
Where the golden eagles cry | |
Where the golden eagles love | |
Where the golden eagles die... | |
The feather lies on the dirty floor | |
Your smell has been blown away | |
I find a blood note on the wall | |
Follow me to the place you know..." |
She is sitting in my living room | |
The empty glasses are one the table | |
Changing colours from the screen paint the walls | |
While she is playing with a golden feather | |
All the walls are fading away | |
The view opens up to another world | |
The purple horizon and the red sea | |
The blue forest and the white shadows | |
You follow the bright light | |
Out of your virgin cradle | |
Growing up with new wings | |
And lifting up across the clouds | |
Where all the golden eagles fly | |
Where all the men lose their face | |
Where all the golden eagles cry | |
Where all the hunting men escape | |
The dwarves and the white elves | |
Sing together all their magic tales | |
Of great kings and the dark towers | |
Dragons and all the strange power | |
The storm from the mountains | |
Turns the pages of the book | |
Tears apart the paper and steals some letters | |
Writing your name... in front of my eyes | |
Where the golden eagles love | |
Where the men loose their roots | |
Where the golden eagles die | |
Where the last dark night falls in | |
You are sitting in my living room | |
Smiling and glancing through the bricks | |
Do you still think of me? | |
Do you still dream of the golden eagles? | |
Where the golden eagles fly | |
Where the golden eagles cry | |
Where the golden eagles love | |
Where the golden eagles die... | |
The feather lies on the dirty floor | |
Your smell has been blown away | |
I find a blood note on the wall | |
Follow me to the place you know..." |