Wings - The Fall

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 kneaded 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