Interpret:

Deep Purple

Album:

Purpendicular

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