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Circular Breathing lyrics
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
Part of these releases
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- Track 14 on The Ian Anderson Collection Disc 2
- 13 Boris Dancing
- 15 Stormont Shuffle
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- Track 14 on The Secret Language of Birds
- 13 Boris Dancing
- 15 The Stormont Shuffle
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