Watching candles against the sky

Circles of light

The haze of night

There's close laughter

The sound of voices

Was one of them yours?

 

Beyond the hills, the dark hills

Are other people

They're a mystery 

And I'm falling 

Staring upward

For shooting stars

Was one of them yours?

 

She's a whirlwind

Beautiful whirlwind

And Lisbon is full

 

She's a whirlwind

Beautiful whirlwind 

And Lisbon is full

Of impossible trees.

 

Of impossible trees.

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Who's that knocking at my door?

Under a full moon what was happening?

There were voices under my window

Was one of them yours?

 

She's a girl with a camera

Suddenly free and freedom suits her

Travels the world looking for magic

But the magic is hers.

 

She's a whirlwind

Beautiful whirlwind

And Lisbon is full

 

She's a whirlwind

Beautiful whirlwind 

And Lisbon is full

Of impossible trees.

 

Of impossible...

Of impossible...

 

Of impossible trees.