---

Learning to Fly Into the distance, a ribbon of black Stretched out 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 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 sky Tongue tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I Above the planet on a wing and a prayer No 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 and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I MOMENTARY LAPSE OF REASON - Pink Floyd

---

The views and opinions stated within this web page are those of the author or authors which wrote them and may not reflect the views and opinions of the ISP or account user which hosts the web page. The opinions may or may not be those of the Chairman of The Skeptic Tank.

Return to The Skeptic Tank's main Index page.

E-Mail Fredric L. Rice / The Skeptic Tank