Golden Mirror - Jackson C. Frank

Sleeping in the velvet

Of the golden mirror shine

I am mine

Most of the time (la dada da da)

So I sailed my ship of dreams

Somewhere else at sea

And I aimed at her on an ocean

A frivol silver scheme

Impossible promises

To the live machine

I found a safe harbor

To find me a home

To raise a family

And oh God!

Even my children will probably

Grow up wrong

Somehow I have forgotten the ways

Of flying back to you again

'Cause I searched the sky along the ways

And I catch the last London train

I see the wolves upon the snow

And the beaches at low tide

I’ve been to France and offered thanks

'Cause on my own two feet I died

I slept by your naked body

My mind all on the sea

And I touched your lips of violet

And your hair of barbery

Oh what the hell is wrong with me?

Sleeping in the velvet

Of the golden mirror shine

I am mine

Most of the time