Walking on Air - John Wetton

I’m walking on air, down a smoky corridor

I’m barely aware‚ this is no dream

I felt you were there‚ you spoke to me

Beware of what I saw‚ yes I’m sure

I want more and I’m walking on air

Oily, dark and blue, the picture hangs in front of you

Don’t turn around‚ this is for real

The walls of this place, imprisoning your pretty face

I’m sure, what I saw‚ is no more and I’m walking on air

I’m floating, I’m falling, I’m silently calling

Adrift on an ocean, on waves of emotion

I’m following the light through centuries of endless light

The soporific sky, the moon and the stars

To Morpheus I fly, he holds me in a twilight that we share

In his lair if I dare, we’ll go walking on air

I’m floating, I’m falling, I’m silently calling

Adrift on an ocean, on waves of emotion

Say a prayer for me, in solace and sincerity

Then sip your holy wine out of the silver spoon

And when my soul shall rise

Then realize you live with what you swore

And before anymore of your talking

Feel a chill, at the door, it’s just me and I’m walking on air