Into the distance, a ribbon of black Stretched to the point of no turning back A flight of fancy on a windswept field Standing alone my senses reeled A fatal attraction holding me fast, how Can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies 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 find 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 skies Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
Friction lock - set. Mixtures - rich Propellers - fully forward Flaps - set - 10 degrees Engine gauges and suction - check Mixture set to maximum percent - recheck Flight instruments... Altimeters - check both Lights - on Pitot Heater - on Strobes - on Confirm 3-8-Echo ready for departure. Hello again, this is now 129.4. 129.4. It's a go. 3-8-Echo cleared takeoff, the wind's normal at 10 knots. 3-8-Echo. Easy on the brakes. Take it easy. It's gonna roll this time. Just handle the power gradually, and it...
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 mind from the circling skies Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, ITeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
