Im floating over strange land, Its a soulless, sequined, showbiz moon. Im floating over strange land, And then stranger still, theres no balloon. But Im getting higher, Wafted up by fames 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.) Im skating over thin ice, Upon blunted blades of metal soft. Im skating over thin ice, While some nonesuch net holds me aloft. But Im 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 Id be. Even eyes never mean that youre sure to see. Still Im getting higher, Rolling up on three empty tyres, til the. Chalkhills and children, Anchor my feet. Chalkhills and children, Bringing me back to earth, Eternally and ever ermine street. Im soaring over hushed crowds, The reluctant cannonball it seems. Im soaring over hushed crowds, Im propelled up here by long dead dreams. Still Im 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.
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