Flight (Live)

I always forget how crazy things are
So sometimes it catches me off my guard
When they make sense

The line on the road trail the arrow in the sky
I search for the moat in my brother's eye
Beneath a fence

A time of blunt instruments
Still uncertain when I've woken
Or what constitutes a conscious mind
Though the thought remains unspoken
I know I'm flying blind
Breaking into cold sweat on the white hot coals
The pennies from heaven drop through my soul
They don't relent

At the back end of dreams I'm amazed to awake
I offer my theories but just can't shake
That seventh sense
To which there's no defense
Yes it seemed that the time was for action
Oh it seemed so cool to be that kind
And though my tongue writhed to form some retraction
I knew I was flying blind

I want this to be fast
I'll do the power dive
Yeah we want those zero gravity heroes
To fake it but stay alive
We want it to be slow
Roll all the weight a stall
Yeah we don't know about a thousand things
But never change at all
Oh no we never change

No we never change

It was then that I knew I'd been thoughtless

Something had slipped my mind
I slipped myself into the thoughtless
But in progress was flying blind
We've got no parents

So someone down there wants to call
The news of my disappearance
They begin
Raptial shows
It amuses and pains me
That nothing is quite what it seems
Sometimes it can work out so strangely
That in later it will all be dreams

The waking fandango
In wars cold
Try to shift through the message
Shift the load
Only mean you'll send running
On the spot
Till the dance beginsWhen the muscles cramp
Write a letter postcard on a postage stamp
With a dry pen touching on the braille
For the home within

A tactical tangle on your future stock
Making calculations as to what you've got
Such a sideways grin someday you may need
To trade that in
If we ride this ride the future will fall in our hands
If we survive the flight the future will work out
Nothing's so black and white
Nothing's so black and white

Nothing's so black and white
Nothing's so black and white

The colour coded charts are spread
But we're still gliding deep into the red
The radio is dead, every valve blown open

The radar screen flicks monochrome
Air traffic controller wants to get on home
Yes he's waiting for a phone call to release him

From all responsibility
Nobody goes to see him anymore
Except for the man from the ministry
He wanted to be
He wanted to be the man at the helm
In command of the flight path
He's flying a chair quite beyond control
He's going to have just one more chance

At a barrel roll
Only the dream
All as a dream
All the colours too bright
The music deafening
The blackout world has just begun to show

These cracked up words I offer

But I still don't know

Grew to fuse the colour gun
Oh come in, come in, not the one
Your time's nearly run
Speed freeze frame
The present and the past
So fast, it's too fast
Will they go, will they won't
Will they go last?

The rolling dice
Let the colour devil take on the score
That holy vice
The agent of seeded pools of the past

There's no down here from spinning to an analytic crew
Wait for the tactical move
Wait for some action we all can approve

Too much to drink
But the car reaches down to the sea
Too tough to think
The barometer is pressuring me
Peeling off the weather for an Easter break
Peeling off the May days in the hope of being safe
But the radio has a spinning plug
Oh no, no, no, he's not listening

The rhythm is not his wisdom
The minor is not his chains
But the sum of this factual wisdom
Will help us to fly the plane
But it never will
So this is not our choice
Something rips undone
Wait for the rabbit to run
Wait for the snake and the venom to come

The passenger hits the cockpit
Willing to chance his game
Oh now he's got black cock stitch
In the hope that it all might change
But it never will

A bloody common library
So dull as had he been before
Cry for him and get out the door

The air crew don't care anymore
So they just wait for the beat of the sun
Only wait for the heat to come down on us
Full force of the law

The force of gravity pulls me down
I'll be better off out of there
Aerobatic spin around
I take my chances in the open air
Sick of myself for me
While Roman cattle to the ground
There's only one thing for sure
When the balloon runs up
The aeronaut calms down

But he says nothing is quite what it seems
Oh he says nothing is quite what it seems
I say nothing is nothing

And I say
Nothing is nothing

Softly the angels sing
Their time and space refrain
Oh there's something in everything
You can only pin down its name
Aerobatic thoughts
At the back of my mind
Is it nothing but the looping line
We all follow?
Nothing but the spiral twist
Of DNA

There'll be no looking back
From tomorrow on today

So the wire is thread

Split seconds perfect as their successes
The umbilical cord is redSo I stall where I am
As if to see where I've been
Only running down the looming line
We all follow
Only chasing down the spiral twist of DNA

And there can be no looking on
To tomorrow from today

Life, death, nothing
Dead old breath will surely fly away
Is it a far off sensation
Locked in a black box deep and encoded there somehow?

It clouds imagination
To cloud a waking up dead from a lull
Is that how it is?

Is it now?

With what we're in?

Is this to be?
And that for sure is
This is the end