One perfect morning I was all alone
listening to the blaze of summer
drifting
i was falling
i was floating in a golden haze
breathing in the sky blue sounds
of memories of other days
And in my dreams I was a child
flowers in my mouth and in my eyes
and I was floating through the colours of a sky
up to the stars and angels
up up up to heaven
up up up forever
up up up to heaven
up up up forever
Turning in my climb
i looked down on a lake
and traced upon the water there
i saw your face
and sang in recollection
of the times we shared...
then pushed on ever upward to the sky
-- Robert Smith (The Cure)
Cheers, Tom.