Is this simply my imagination?
Or is the sky on fire tonight?
Am I a creature of my own creation?
Or just a trick of light?
The wind blows silver and the bees hum gold
The dreams I dream have been bought and sold
I can't hold on to the things I hold
God knows I try
Is this truth or merely speculation?
Has the meaning pa**ed me by?
Have the heavens found a new rotation?
Do these words conceal a lie?
The wind blows silver and the bees hum gold
The dreams I dream have been bought and sold
So hard to hold on to the things I hold
God knows I try