Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a wind swept field
Standing alone, my senses reeled
A fatal attention is holding me fast. How
can I escape this irrestistable grap?

Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound mixfit, I.

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings. I thought, I thought of everything
No navigator to guide my way home
Unladened, empty and tuirning to stone

A soul in tension that is learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just a earth-bound mixfit. I.

DJ Gilmore and A.Moore