Song | The Aviator |
Artist | Deep Purple |
Album | Purpendicular |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Written:Gillan/Glover/Morse/Lord/Paice | |
Riding on the moonpath | |
in the silver of the night | |
The fragrance on the air | |
was of another time | |
I cried in all my innocence | |
you were dressed in white | |
and even if I'd had the strength | |
I couldn't move to save my life | |
The fear and the thrill | |
of the beast at the window | |
The shivers and the chills | |
on the hottest of nights | |
he walked right through | |
my open door | |
As I began to run, he threw | |
some gold upon the floor, and said | |
There's plenty more | |
where that came from | |
I'm tired of the bombs | |
I'm tired of the bullets | |
I'm tired of the crazies on TV | |
I'm the aviator | |
A dream's a dream whatever it seems | |
I flew along the lighted street | |
I flew above the town | |
I flew in ever rising cicrcles | |
ever further from the ground | |
As I begin to lose my breath | |
printed faxes turn a spin | |
A distant corner of the room | |
will open up and let me in | |
I'm tired of the news | |
I'm tired of the weather | |
I'm tired of the same thing every day | |
I'm the aviator | |
A dream's a dream whatever they say |
Written: Gillan Glover Morse Lord Paice | |
Riding on the moonpath | |
in the silver of the night | |
The fragrance on the air | |
was of another time | |
I cried in all my innocence | |
you were dressed in white | |
and even if I' d had the strength | |
I couldn' t move to save my life | |
The fear and the thrill | |
of the beast at the window | |
The shivers and the chills | |
on the hottest of nights | |
he walked right through | |
my open door | |
As I began to run, he threw | |
some gold upon the floor, and said | |
There' s plenty more | |
where that came from | |
I' m tired of the bombs | |
I' m tired of the bullets | |
I' m tired of the crazies on TV | |
I' m the aviator | |
A dream' s a dream whatever it seems | |
I flew along the lighted street | |
I flew above the town | |
I flew in ever rising cicrcles | |
ever further from the ground | |
As I begin to lose my breath | |
printed faxes turn a spin | |
A distant corner of the room | |
will open up and let me in | |
I' m tired of the news | |
I' m tired of the weather | |
I' m tired of the same thing every day | |
I' m the aviator | |
A dream' s a dream whatever they say |
Written: Gillan Glover Morse Lord Paice | |
Riding on the moonpath | |
in the silver of the night | |
The fragrance on the air | |
was of another time | |
I cried in all my innocence | |
you were dressed in white | |
and even if I' d had the strength | |
I couldn' t move to save my life | |
The fear and the thrill | |
of the beast at the window | |
The shivers and the chills | |
on the hottest of nights | |
he walked right through | |
my open door | |
As I began to run, he threw | |
some gold upon the floor, and said | |
There' s plenty more | |
where that came from | |
I' m tired of the bombs | |
I' m tired of the bullets | |
I' m tired of the crazies on TV | |
I' m the aviator | |
A dream' s a dream whatever it seems | |
I flew along the lighted street | |
I flew above the town | |
I flew in ever rising cicrcles | |
ever further from the ground | |
As I begin to lose my breath | |
printed faxes turn a spin | |
A distant corner of the room | |
will open up and let me in | |
I' m tired of the news | |
I' m tired of the weather | |
I' m tired of the same thing every day | |
I' m the aviator | |
A dream' s a dream whatever they say |