I do not care for the news.
When the world falls to pieces
Tell me only in your passing

Dreaming of a vast machine
Through small windows of an aeroplane 
While gazing into starry places
Schoolboys congregate in empty spaces
On sun drenched fields behind darkened glass

And there is one
Whose hair shines golden in the sun

And I must not talk
Nor look nor think
As I was never there
My feet firmly planted in the clouds