Circular Breathing Lyrics - Ian Anderson

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