Circular Breathing

Pick up my wings and fly into a constable sky Look down on the world and try to make you out On the distant ground Lonely toy in a lost toy town Suspended in spiral sounds, sounds of circular breathing I'm a kite on a silver thread, daring lightning to strike me dead Harsh echoes of things you said banished me to a thinner space With unholy ghosts of your bedroom face Hands cupped to my ears to place the sound of circular breathing Matchbox cityscape below I watch Lowry matchstick figures go Caught in the timeless flow of discreet silence Matchbox cityscape below I watch Lowry matchstick figures go Caught in the timeless flow of discreet silence Pick up my wings and fly into a constable sky Look down on the world and try to make you out On the distant ground Lonely toy in a lost toy town Suspended in spiral sounds, sounds of circular breathing