Lyric Brisinghamen

I m floating over strange land, it s a soulless, sequined, showbiz
moon. I m floating over strange land, and then stranger still,
there s no balloon. But I m getting higher, wafted up by fame s
fickle fire til the...
Chalkhills and children, anchor my feet. Chalkhills and children,
bringing me back to earth eternally and ever Ermine Street. (Even I
never know where I go when my eyes are closed.) I m skating over thin
ice, upon blunted blades of metal soft. I m skating over thin ice,
while some nonesuch net holds me aloft. But I m getting higher,
lifted up on lucks circus wire til the...
Chalkhills and children, anchor my feet. Chalkhills and children,
bringing me back to earth eternally and ever Ermine Street. Even I
never know where I go when my eyes are closed. Even I never spied
that the scenes were posed. Even I never knew this is what I d be.
Even eyes never mean that you re sure to see. Still I m getting
higher, rolling up on three empty tyres, til the...
I m soaring over hushed crowds, the reluctant cannonball it seems.
I m soaring over hushed crowds, I m propelled up here by long dead
dreams. Still I m getting higher, Icarus regrets and retires puzzled?
Chalkhills and children, anchor my feet. Chalkhills and children,
oddly complete. (Even I never know where I go when my eyes are all
closed.) Here I go again!