I once saw a dragonfly 
Caught in a spider's web 
As I looked at her once more 
I thought that she was dead 

So I left her alone and I went on my way 
And I was dreaming of Paris and Pierre Boulez 
But she called to me with a beat of her wing 
She called to me and said free me 

She [bad word] and fly away 
With me tonight [bad word] and fly away 
With me [bad word] and fly away 
With me tonight 
She said ah ah ah… 

I've been up there before 
Riding the wind and 
Laughing and open 
But now I am afraid of flying 
I am afraid of finding the black again 
I am afraid of flying 
I am afraid of finding the black fade, black again 

She [bad word] and fly away 
With me tonight [bad word] and fly away 
With me [bad word] and fly away 
With me tonight 
She said ah ah ah…