Stars are slippin` softly by the window as we plane
The ripple of a song comes filtering in without a name
The flower in your hat, transports me to a house
Aflame, she by the fire, a man there thinks to douse
Following conversations like a beggar through narrow streets
Fingers reached and touched, a feeling never seemed so sweet
All the tears of living, cascading clothes to the floor
Embark upon a fevered trail, of great unspoken law
And you call me father, courter of the skies
Inborn, melt together, route earthbound lonely spies