Smoke fills the room, with castles in the air- I weave them all upon a silver loom, look up if you dare- (chorus) I wonder where I?m going, And where I belong, What this plastic world can offer me- The only truth I understand, Is that within my song, And in the smoke-filled pictures that I see- Threads without any ends, tangle in the chandelier- Within the smoky corners are my friends, and no one knows they?re here- (chorus) Music floats to the ground, dragons fly on the wing- And in their dance, they whirl the whole room ?round, above the heads of those to whom I sing- (chorus) Smoke fills the room, with castles in the air- I weave them all upon a silver loom, look up if you dare-