Smoke fills the room,
with castles in the air-
i weave them all upon a silver loom,
look up if you dare-
(chorus)
i wonder where i?m going,
and where i belong,
what this plastic world can offer me-
the only truth i understand,
is that within my song,
and in the smoke-filled pictures that i see-
Threads without any ends,
tangle in the chandelier-
within the smoky corners are my friends,
and no one knows they?re here-
(chorus)
Music floats to the ground,
dragons fly on the wing-
and in their dance, they whirl the whole room ?round,
above the heads of those to whom i sing-
(chorus)
Smoke fills the room,
with castles in the air-
i weave them all upon a silver loom,
look up if you dare-