The ghosts of my own song have names themselves no one   Run through the flowers they say   The hands of the dream wind that blows from beneath them   Circle the hours away      They offer a ride in their submarine dragonfly   Brought me inside to a chair in her head   The blind jester pilot, he smiles and he says that she knows where to go   As he lies down instead      I couldn't help noticing pilot began to dream   Started me wondering time of the day   The carousel sea horses picturesque circus dress flowing behind them   Began their display      The pantomime symphony slowly pretends to me   Stopped for directions out of my dream   Then one broke his silence, and pointed to me and said   Just like a timepiece, keep circling, circling      Blue for the sky   The world only turns from far away   Only blue from this high      It feels like flying   It feels like dying      Far and away, the icy Sun is on the rise   On the run   They're choking on the smoking gun   The swans have died   Tomorrow's finally come   Fly ...      The harlequin juggler in porcelain masquerade   Bicycle playing card joker in green   The jack rabbit rocking horse pendulate back and forth   Tick-tocking aperture carnival stream      Then came time in which i began wondering   The distance behind us inside of this dream   The blind jester pilot, he woke and he said to me   Just like the world, we keep circling, circling on      Just like the time circles on ...