Learning To Fly

  • Pink Floyd

Into the distance, a ribbon of blackStretched to the point of no turning backA flight of fancy on a wind swept fieldStanding alone my senses reeledA fatal attraction is holding me fastHow can I escape this irresistible grasp?

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

Ice is forming on the tips of my wingsUnheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everythingNo navigator to find my way homeUnladened, empty and turned to stone

A soul in tension that's learning to flyCondition grounded but determined to tryCan't keep my eyes from the circling skiesTongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I

Friction lock, setMixtures, richPropellers, fully forwardFlaps, set - 10 degreesEngine gauges and suction, check

Above the planet on a wing and a prayerMy grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty airAcross the clouds I see my shadow flyOut of the corner of my watering eyeA dream unthreatened by the morning lightCould blow this soul right through the roof of the night

There's no sensation to compare with thisSuspended animation, a state of blissCan't keep my mind from the circling skyTongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I

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