Sinking Spell Lyrics - Robert Wyatt

Oh look there's something in the sky, 

A creature floating, way up high, 

It is not merely sitting there, 

But falling slowly through the air. 

The sky grew pink and gold, it's knees, 

Were level with the evening trees, 

Morose, inflexible aloof, 

It hovered just above the roof. 

The weeks went by, it made it's way, 

A little lower, every day, 

It settled further in the night, 

And gave the maid an awful fright. 

It did not linger after all 

Forever in the upstairs hall, 

It found the drawing room in turn 

And slipped inside a chinese urn.