You know I walk the streets of gold
And I can't find my baby's bones
It was two flutes of the nose
That take me down to my loaded stone
And you don't mind where I go
Somewhere in the wings I found my home
It's made of withers and pins
And I'm returning again
And my dreams are made of ghosts' skin
When I wake up in my dark places
And I reach for the misty faces
That take me down to my favorite ride
Oh, I am blossoming down
And I stay down here
When dreams crowd my mind
To take me away this time
You know I walk the streets of gold
And I can't find my baby's bones
It was two flutes of the nose
That take me down to my loaded stone
And you don't mind where I go
Somewhere in the wings I found my home
It's made of withers and pins
And I'm returning again
Oh, I am blossoming down
And I stay down here
When dreams crowd my mind
To take me away this time
