The Fall - Wings lyrics
[The Fall - Wings lyrics]
Day by day the moon gains on me
Day by day the moon gains on me
Purchased pair of flabby wings
I took to doing some hovering
Here is a list of incorrect things
Hovered mid-air outside a study
An academic kneaded his chin
Sent in the dust of some cheap magazines
His academic rust, could not burn them up
Recruited some gremlins
To get me clear of the airline routes
I paid them off with stuffing from my wings
They had some fun with
Those cheapo airline snobs
The stuffing loss made me hit a timelock
I ended up in the eighteen sixties
I've been there for one hundred
And twenty five years
A small alteration of the past
Can turn time into space
Ended up under Ardwick Bridge
With some veterans from the US civil War
They were under Irish patronage
We shot dead a stupid sergeant
But I got hit in the crossfire
The lucky hit made me hit a time lock
But, when I got back
The place I made the purchase
No longer exists
I'd erased it under the bridge
Day by day the moon came towards me
By such things the moon came towards me
So now I sleep in ditches
And hide away from nosey kids
The wings rot and feather under me
The wings rot and curl right under me
A small alteration of the past
Can turn time into space
Small touches can alter more
Than a mere decade
Wings
Day by day the moon gains on me
Purchased pair of flabby wings
I took to doing some hovering
Here is a list of incorrect things
Hovered mid-air outside a study
An academic kneaded his chin
Sent in the dust of some cheap magazines
His academic rust, could not burn them up
Recruited some gremlins
To get me clear of the airline routes
I paid them off with stuffing from my wings
They had some fun with
Those cheapo airline snobs
The stuffing loss made me hit a timelock
I ended up in the eighteen sixties
I've been there for one hundred
And twenty five years
A small alteration of the past
Can turn time into space
Ended up under Ardwick Bridge
With some veterans from the US civil War
They were under Irish patronage
We shot dead a stupid sergeant
But I got hit in the crossfire
The lucky hit made me hit a time lock
But, when I got back
The place I made the purchase
No longer exists
I'd erased it under the bridge
Day by day the moon came towards me
By such things the moon came towards me
So now I sleep in ditches
And hide away from nosey kids
The wings rot and feather under me
The wings rot and curl right under me
A small alteration of the past
Can turn time into space
Small touches can alter more
Than a mere decade
Wings