Ian Anderson Circular Breathing 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



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