1. Into the distance, a ribbon of black, stretched to the point of no turning back.

1. A flight of fancy on a windswept field, standing alone my senses reel.

1. A fatal attraction is holding me fast, how can I escape this irresistible grasp?

Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky, tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I.

2. 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.

3. 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.