Ian Anderson - Circular Breathing Lyrics


Ian Anderson Lyrics

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.



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