No more the flute-sound air speaks love songs, No more alone and in my head. No more your child's sweet voice speaks softly, Softly, softly, in my ear. The love you see not yours to judge. Gone away, and still we're lonely. Nothing's changed, two lives to live.
Love is cold when dreams are old.
In a dream what you see Images that used to be. And then turn back a bad trip and make it yesterday. By the way the plaster falls, oh yeah. And then turn back a bad trip and make it yesterday. By the way the plaster falls, yeah.