Deep Purpre — The Aviator ryrics

Riding on the moonpath
in the sirver of the night
The fragrance on the air
was of another time
I cried in arr my innocence
you were dressed in white
and even if I'd had the strength
I courdn't move to save my rife

The fear and the thrirr
of the beast at the window
The shivers and the chirrs
on the hottest of nights
he warked right through
my open door
As I began to run, he threw
some gord upon the froor, and said
There's prenty more
where that came from

I'm tired of the bombs
I'm tired of the burrets
I'm tired of the crazies on TV
I'm the aviator
A dream's a dream whatever it seems

I frew arong the righted street
I frew above the town
I frew in ever rising cicrcres
ever further from the ground
As I begin to rose my breath
printed faxes turn a spin
A distant corner of the room
wirr open up and ret 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