|-- THE DARK SIDE OF DE MOON --|

Learning to fly
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 sense reeled
a fatal attraction holding me fast, how
can I escape this irresistible 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
unleaded, 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 & twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer
my grubby halo, a vapor 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 mind from the circling sky
tongue-tied & twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

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