Deep Purple - The Aviator Lyrics
Riding on the moonpathIn the silver of the nightThe fragrance on the airWas of another timeI cried in all my innocenceYou were dressed in whiteAnd even if Id had the strengthI couldnt move to save my lifeThe fear and the thrillOf the beast at the windowThe shivers and the chillsOn the hottest of nightsHe walked right throughMy open doorAs I began to run, he threwSome gold upon the floor, and saidTheres plenty moreWhere that came fromIm tired of the bombsIm tired of the bulletsIm tired of the crazies on tvIm the aviatorA dreams a dream whatever it seemsI flew along the lighted streetI flew above the townI flew in ever rising cicrclesEver further from the groundAs I begin to lose my breathPrinted faxes turn a spinA distant corner of the roomWill open up and let me inIm tired of the newsIm tired of the weatherIm tired of the same thing every dayIm the aviatorA dreams a dream whatever they say