A shadow dismal Makes me return to the past From which I'm longing to escape But there's no sense in escape from myself Will it last long if I find
what I could see Still I swear that I'm Missing out this time As far as I could tell There's nothing more I need But still I ask myself Could this be
beyond what I could see Still I swear that I'm Missing out this time As far as I could tell Theres nothing more I need But still I ask myself Could this
was the voices to be silent a brief moment in the dark, in loneliness and chill. How I wished my mind could escape the camat dungeon that was flying silently
Don't just go from one nest to the next Mama said to me It's not where you go or where you left It's the flying in-between She said be sure to touch
true That's what I wanted to believe, right from the start Just a little place for myself in your deep blue heart Carve out a place for myself in your
I love to hate Contradict Myself and then Do it all Once again Walking tall Feeling small Lonely but Won't take that call I contradict Myself and then
out of my bushes and got me face down on the floor Now I'm getting hit, kicked, and pistoled with and the only thing that I see was all this blood flying
I'm a tripper man in a space of jam Flying in the circus of a freakshow band My ears are wings They take me to my dreams I close my eyes and I'm alone
all go flying And I'll meet you somewhere in the milky night Away past the satellites The breeze is dressed so lightly And it breathes onto this fire escape
From the New Zealand movie "Channelling Baby" If gravity let us go We would all go flying And I'll meet you somewhere in the milky night Away past the
my mind I just need something that will give me the strength to get away from you To escape from here And as I'm sifting through the ash, I find myself
asiatic shape before the final earthquakes came but it was too late Only one eighth of the human race escaped to space They were chased by flying phenomenon
I have a tale to tell I was three feet from the floor, gasping for air Trying to release my fathers hands from my throat I looked into his eyes and wondered
A bluebird a wingin' his lonely way south Tryin' to escape from the cold and the drought He's all alone in the cold grey sky fly little bluebird fly fly
