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Into the distance, a ribbon of black - Stretched to the point of no turning back - A flight of fancy on a windswept field - Standing alone my senses reeled - A fatal attraction holding me fast, how - Can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted Just an earth-bound misfit, I
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings - Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything - No navigator to guide my way home - Unladened, empty and turned to stone - A soul in tension that's learning to fly - Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
Above the planet on a wing and a prayer, - My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air, - Across the clouds I see my shadow fly - Out of the corner of my watering eye - A dream unthreatened by the morning light - Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night -There's no sensation to compare with this - Suspended animation, A state of bliss
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
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