Eagles

She is sitting in my living room
The empty glasses are one the table
Changing colours from the screen paint the walls
While she is playing with a golden feather

All the walls are fading away
The view opens up to another world
The purple horizon and the red sea
The blue forest and the white shadows

You follow the bright light
Out of your virgin cradle
Growing up with new wings
And lifting up across the clouds

Where all the golden eagles fly
Where all the men lose their face
Where all the golden eagles cry
Where all the hunting men escape

The dwarves and the white elves
Sing together all their magic tales
Of great kings and the dark towers
Dragons and all the strange power

The storm from the mountains
Turns the pages of the book
Tears apart the paper and steals some letters
Writing your name... in front of my eyes

Where the golden eagles love
Where the men loose their roots
Where the golden eagles die
Where the last dark night falls in

You are sitting in my living room
Smiling and glancing through the bricks
Do you still think of me?
Do you still dream of the golden eagles?

Where the golden eagles fly
Where the golden eagles cry
Where the golden eagles love
Where the golden eagles die...

The feather lies on the dirty floor
Your smell has been blown away
I find a blood note on the wall
"Follow me to the place you know..."