The Picture in the Clouds is falling from the sky
Landing on the wings of eagles as they fly
The doors are open to the world
Until the barriers arrive
The mirror in the ground is running dry
Standing on the wings of eagles as they fly
The floors are open in my mind
Until I close my eyes
I'm forging all these checks to buy back your love
Holding on the wings of a one-eyed dove
To all we owe we fall, and so
I'm holding on the wings of a one-eyed dove