Circular Breathing Lyrics - Jethro Tull

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. 

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Matchbox cityscape below---- 

I watch lowry matchstick figures go. 

Caught in the timeless flow of discreet silence. 

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