И только Роджер Уотерс не ходил

Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
fatal attraction holding me fast, how
Can I escape this irresistible grasp?

Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted Just an earth-bound misfit, I

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to guide my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone

soul in tension that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My [bad word] halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night

There's no sensation [bad word] with this
Suspended animation, state of bliss
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I