Jetlag lyrics

Rode in the grip of an angel
Hands tied in cords of gold
We`d made a deal, I went astray
Now I`m falling with hell to pay

Rode in the grip of an angel
Occupied with thoughts of gold
I learned a dance on the head of a pin
It didn`t save me from eternal sin

C Now I`m learning to fly by myself
Stealing my grain from the mouths of birds
Touch ground for an occasional birdbath
Crap on the heads of passers-by

`Fairy Land doesn`t last forever. Making fun of my moping around and being
a pain in the arse, etc., etc. Another one of these flying songs. We`ve
actually dropped the lyrics on later versions. They`re a bit obvious,
y`know.`
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