Музыка:    Гилмор, Мур, Эзрин, Кэрин
Текст:  Гилмор, Мур, Эзрин, Кэрин
Вокал:  Дэвид Гилмор

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Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back

flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
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
Unladened, empty and turned to stone

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