Pink Floyd - Learning To Fly 1987

Pokaż cały tekst 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, I