who was that sneaking up the stairs taking a hairpin from her hair a vision of the locks fallin down crossed my mind and played with the sound of tapping gentle tapping at my morning starship the crystal glint of the turning glass the creaking sound of the rusted latch as she slowly opened the door the darkness told me nothing more except except that she was near my morning starship she stood within the threshold silently a ray of moonlight caught her eye without a word she said could i come in i said why not you re in already you might as well stay awhile she made her way across the room her golden hair eclipsed the moon the perfect head framed in silver blue found its way to mine and then i knew the girl the girl the girl had flown my morning starship  she s gone away what can i do she took the key she s got the clue mysteries unfold with the latch what she knows i ll never forget the girl the girl the girl has flown my morning starship she s travelled with me now in my morning starship