We’ll name it silver Paint it gold Within our hearts Till we grow old And reach for things for ponders sake And watch how delicate it breaks A quiet leap across my knee A metaphor for you and me To invent dreams so easily It’s the same for love and ether
It burns it shines, a valentine It glows no inhibition A pleasant kind of oxygen A clear and distant sky But all this air behind the clouds That links us like the atom Goes up in smoke The flames we stoke It’s the same for love and ether
It’s shape it’s form Is finely worn To touch between sensations It constitutes the light that roams An anesthetic pleasure And dare a bit of it gets in It’ll occupy for certain So hold your breath It’s flammable The same for love and ether…