The Flying Club Cup

I built my house of reeds upon a marsh in Elise

My father was released a day's walk from San Denise

We buried him beneath the bone white sands of San Denise

Silence of an airborne night push high above the roof

Daughters of the Red lights blind the icy works of art

The city lights and restless nights go once upon the Lord

You and I will lie beside the fire sparked from boards

It's yours