Smoke fills the room
With castles in the air--
I weave them all upon a silver loom
Look up if you dare--

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--

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--

Smoke fills the room
With castles in the air--
I weave them all upon a silver loom
Look up if you dare--