Flight [The Margin] Peter Hammill (Ft. The K Group)

[Part I: Flying Blind]

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
Breaking into cold sweat on the white-hot coals
The pеnnies from heaven drop through my soul:
It don't rеlent
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
Oh yes, it seemed that the time was for action
It seemed so cool to be that kind...
My tongue writhed to form some retraction
Oh, but I knew I was flying blind