Wings Lyrics

Day by day.
The moon gains on me.
Day by day.
The moon gains on me.Purchased pair of flabby wings.
I took to doing some HOVERING.
Here is a list of incorrect things.HOVERED mid-air outside a study.
An academic needed his chin,
sent in the dust of some cheap magazines.
His academic rust, could not burn them up.Recruited some gremlins.
To get me clear of the airline routes.
I paid them off with stuffing from my wings.
They had some fun with those cheapo airline snobs.The stuffing loss made me hit a timelock.
I ended up in the eighteen sixties.
I've been there for one hundred and twenty five years.
A small alteration of the past. Can turn time into space.Ended up under Ardwick Bridge.
With some veterans from the U.S. Civil War.
They were under Irish patronage.
We shot dead a stupid sergeant,

but I got hit in the crossfire.
The lucky hit made me hit a time lock.But, when I got back.
The place I made the purchase, no longer exists
I'd erased it under the bridge.Day by day.
The moon came towards me
By such things.
The moon came towards me.So now I sleep in ditches.
And hide away from nosey kids.
The wings rot and feather under me.
The wings rot and curl right under me.
A small alteration of the past.
Can turn time into space.
Small touches can alter more than a mere decade.Wings X 17.