The Picture in the Clouds is falling from the sky Landing on the wings of eagles as they fly The doors are open to the world Until the barriers arrive The mirror in the ground is running dry Standing on the wings of eagles as they fly The floors are open in my mind Until I close my eyes I'm forging all these checks to buy back your love Holding on the wings of a one-eyed dove To all we owe we fall, and so I'm holding on the wings of a one-eyed dove