Lyrics:

I always forget how crazy things are
So sometimes it catches me off my guard
When they make sense
The line on the road trail the arrow in the sky
I search for the mote in my brother's eye
Beneath the pence
A time of blunt instruments
Still uncertain when I've woken
Or what constitutes a conscious mind
Though the thought remains unspoken
I know I'm flying blind

Breaking into cold sweat on the white-hot coals
The pennies from heaven drop through my soul
It don't relent
At the back end of dreams I'm amazed to awake
I offer my theories but just can't shake
That seventh sense
To which there's no defense
It seemed the time was for action
Yeah, it seemed so cool to be that kind
My tongue writhed to form some retraction
Oh, but I knew I was flying blind


I want things to be fast, down to the power-dive
I want the zero-gravity heroes to play dead
But stay alive
We want it to be slow, all the way to stall
We talk about a thousand things that never change at all
No, it never change
No, it never change
No, it never change
No, it never change

It was then that I knew I'd been thoughtless
Something had slipped my mind
I'd strapped myself into the Fortress
(And the Fortress) The Fortress was flying blind
We got full clearance
So someone down there ought to know
The truth of our disappearance
(If even) If even that still shows
It accuses and blames me
But nothing was quite what it seemed
Sometimes things work out so strangely
That it might as well all be dreamed


The White Cane Fandango in Morse code
Try to shake through the message, shake the load
Only venial sin, running on the spot
Till the dance begins

Where does a man go when the muscles cramp?
Try to write out a postcard on a postage stamp
With a drawing pin punching out the Braille
For the whole within?

Upset the contango on your future stock
Paying backwardation, hold onto what you've got
Such a sideways grin!
Some day you may need to trade that in
Trade that in
Trade that in
Trade that in

If we ride this right
The future will fall in our hands
If we survive the flight
Then the future will work out
Nothing's that black and white
Nothing's that black and white
Nothing's that black and white
Nothing's that black and white
Nothing's that black and white
Nothing's that black and white


The colour-coded charts are spread
But we're still gliding deep into the red
The radio is dead
Every valve blown open
The radar screen flicks monochrome
Air traffic controller wants to get on home
He is waiting for a phone call
To release him from responsibility
Nobody goes to see him any more
Except for the man from the ministry

He wanted to be, he wanted to be
The man at the helm, in command of the flight path
He's flying a chair, quite beyond control
He's going to have just one more chance
At a barrel roll

All in a dream, all as a dream (All as a dream)
The colours too bright, the music too deafening
The black-out world has just begun to show
These cracked-out words I offer
But I still don't know

Oh, but I still don't know
Oh, but I still don't know
(All the colours) All the colours, the music deafening
All I have is cracked-out words

Cool blue suffuse the colour gun
Oh, come in, come in number one
Your time's nearly run
Speed-freeze the frame
The present and the past hold fast
It's too fast, the thing don't
The thing won't
The thing don't last


The rolling dice clash together, never make up the score
That old device, the ejector seat, glued to the floor
Everybody waits for everyone to make a show
No-one wants to be the first, admitting that they know
How anythings that's gone down here
Could fit into an analytic groove
Wait for the tactical move
Wait for some action we all can approve

Too much to drink, for the cup reaches down to the sea
Too much to think, the barometer pressuring me
Rolling down the weather for an Easter parade
Reeling out the Maydays in the hope of being saved
But the radio ham's out giving blood
No, no, no, he's not listening

The cricketer knows his 'Wisden' (Woh, wo-oh)
The pilot has got his 'Jane's' (Wo-oh)
But the sum of this factual wisdom (Wo-oh)
Don't help us to fly the plane (No, and it never will)
Beneath the tartan two-piece
There's something rips undone (There's something rips undone)
Wait for the ladder to run
Wait for the snake that the ladder becomes


A passenger hits the cockpit
Willing to chance his game
Pulls out his gun and cocks it
In the hope that it all might change (Oh, but it never will)
A fly-leaf from the library
Shows others have been here before (Shows others have been here before)
Tried, failed and kicked out the door (Failed and they kicked out, they kicked out the door)
Oh, but the aircrew don't care anymore (No, no, the aircrew don't care anymore)
Now they just wait for the beat of the silk-worm wing
Wait for the heat to come down on us
Full force of the law


Full force of gravity pulls me down
I'll be better off out of there
Aerobatic spin around
I'll take my chances in the open air

Sycamore silk-worm wings
Or Roman Candle to the ground
There's only one thing for sure
When the balloon goes up
The aeronaut calm down


He say nothing is quite what it seems
He say nothing is quite what it seems
I say nothing is nothing
I say nothing is nothing



Softly, the angels sing their time and space refrain
There's something in everything if you can only pin down its name
Aerobatic thoughts at the back of my mind
Is it nothing but the looping line we all follow?
Nothing but the spiral twist of DNA?
There'll be no looking back from tomorrow on today
(There'll be no looking back on this)

So the wire is tripped
Split-seconds defect to their successors
The umbilical cord is ripped
Here we all are in free fall
Here I stall where I am, as if to see where I've been
Only running down the looping line we all follow
Only chasing down the spiral twist of DNA
There can be no looking on to tomorrow from today
(There'll be no looking on from this)

Life, death, night, day
Cold breath will surely fly away
Is the empire of sensation locked in a black box deep in me
Encoded there somehow?
It fires the imagination to fly on a wing and a prayer through my life
Is that how it is?
(There'll be no looking back on this)
This is now
(There'll be no looking back on this)
Which will be then?
(There'll be no looking back on this)
Is this the means?
(There'll be no looking back on this)
All I know for sure is
This is the end

No looking back from tomorrow
No, there'll be no looking back on today
Yeah, better be looking on to tomorrow
Yeah, better think on today