Chairoplane

If she so much as looks at him
He might turn into dust
'Cause this Chairoplane they're spinning on
Is made of ancient lust
Taken from the attic
Of a house that once was theirs
You can hear it crumbling in the wood
As you walk down the stairs
The house has been abandoned
And so has been their warmth
He hiked the Appalachian trail
So she packed and traveled North
And now they're spinning
Spinning around
No heaven's trumpets
Or any oozing sounds
No hugs from loved ones
Or eternal peace
In the Dreamscape Tower
On the Chairoplane
They'll be here forever
And now they're spinning
Spinning around
No heaven's trumpets
Or any oozing sounds
No hugs from loved ones
Or eternal peace
In the Dreamscape Tower
On the Chairoplane
They'll be here forever