You lived a love that is more purple than a dream and went away, lived
You went and the citadel kept silent, wrapped itself up in haze
Like she'll come with the smoke of a steamer
Of course one day she'll come back
Utopias are beautiful
It doesn't matter whether they give her to me or not
I loved a woman, that my house smells of roses anymore
Like she'll come with the smoke of a steamer
Of course one day she'll come back
Utopias are beautiful