If I could steal wings for my dreams
I’d glide and survey the face of the deep,
I’d build a castle of stone in the skies
And strip every mountain of its lofty height.
If I could fling my dreams up to the stars
I’ll erase the sun and illuminate all with my spark,
I’ll rearrange the solar system place a hood on the moon
Then I’ll build a new world of virtue where it’s all good.