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up goes the useless prayer
and i m flying north again
And i m drawn in like a moth, and i m flying north again tonight
And i m flying north again, up goes the useless prayer
And i m flying north again, and i m worn out like a cloth, the poles are tethers we were born in
On the brink of a whole new deal, and i m flying north again Thomas, at the end of a double day
And i m drawn in like a moth, now i m back in the london night, i m staring right into the light
Metal bird dip wing of fire, lincoln streaming in the chilly air of the morning
and i m flying north again tonight
The poles are tethers we were born in, at the end of a double day
And i m flying north again tonight, and i m drawn out like a plot Dolby, on a bench in a launderette
And i m flying north again tonight, on the brink of a whole new deal Dolby, the poles are tethers we were born in
On the brink of a whole new deal, i m staring right into my face
the poles are tethers we were born in
whose airlanes comb dark earth
On a bench in a launderette, and i m drawn out like a plot, and i m worn out like a cloth
And i m drawn out like a plot, whose airlanes comb dark earth, and i m flying north again tonight
At the back of an airport lounge, and i m worn out like a cloth
Down with the landing gear, i m staring right into my face Dolby, on the brink of a whole new deal
Up goes the useless prayer, and i m worn out like a cloth
I m staring down into the cold, papers waving in the runway glare
I m staring down into the cold, i m staring down into the cold
Whose airlanes comb dark earth, down with the landing gear
On a bench in a launderette, and i m flying north again tonight, i m staring down into the cold
Papers waving in the runway glare, i m staring right into the light, at the end of a double day
At the end of a double day, the poles are tethers we were born in North, and i m drawn out like a plot