Into the distance, a ribbon of black Stretched to the point of no turning back A flight of fancy on a wind swept field Standing alone my senses reeled A fatal attraction holding me fast, How can I escape this irresistable grasp? Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky Tongue-tied & 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 Unladen, 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 sky Tongue-tied & twisted just an earth bound misfit, I Above the planet on a wind 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 sky Tongue-tied & twisted just an earth bound misfit, I Pink Floyd, "Learning to Fly" from _A Momentary Lapse of Reason_
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