Flight of the Knife (Part One)

Enter Airship Valentine, the station-master's son
Who was never very capable of trying
Taken for a Tommy-Fool, or someone to ignore
He put all his aspirations into flying
But who could ever guess he might get to fly the Knife?
For every year they told the tale=
An airship that could never fail
The sharpest blade to ever sail
To float against their current lives
And feed their dreams and fill their skies
A flight to rise above the knives
"Fly to the moon and go back in time
Sit on the wave of a cloud"
A message to our Sir Valentine
From somewhere up above
The sum of our lives, could this be The Flight of the Knife?
And so he made his into a city made of Fire-Trees
Seeking evidence of supernatural soaring
Led beyond the pale onto an oceanic brain
Where a purple rain of rockets took to pouring
And on the edge of sound and sight, he overtook the knife
One sleepy summer's afternoon
The sun got stuck behind the moon
A hush fell down before the boom
And soaring from their left to right
A blazing trail of roaring light
Our Airship and his flying Knife
Diving and dancing between the breeze
Climbing a ladder of clouds
And no one below him could believe
That one so disavowed
Could turn things to rights, and bring home The Flight of the Knife
And so he flew into the blue
Oh, Airship, what's become of you?
You really made the grade, you're going to join the ranks today
So go and take your place, break away