And when she blows the candle flame to smoke

She says a prayer for all of those who live in houses and in homes

And Monday she'll go down town standing naked in the road

You may know what I am

But who I am you don't know

She'll run across the mustard dust sand

Scream down the wind

And the sea is in a cold

Like when in holiday homes

And houses like sweet confectionery

And sandcastles and drinking wine

Hungry dinners perfectly timed

And mother and father glowing young

Happy to be each other together

When she blows the candle out

She goes to bed and lies and drags through her head

The day that went way of every day

But tomorrow she'll fly a plane

Over the fields where the houses aren't built yet

She smiled sweetly across the room

Through the lunch time smoke

And I loved her for a second

And discarded the queen and I know

How sweetness turns sour

And leaves they turn to brown

And then to earth and dust

And settle in this town

You get blown away...

She smiled sweetly across the lunch time smoke

And I loved her for a second and discarded the queen and I know

When men are being little boys again

And women cruel step mothers of old

And this is the invention

The adventure of my own

I get blown away...