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