Fly - Graham Parker

    As you look into an invisible landscape and the waves of time part behind your back
    As your life crumbles and turns into fiction and the end of it becomes a fact
    The ghosts of children will run in your garden and play with an imaginary ball
    You will be released and pardoned
    Now there's nowhere left to fall

    Good bye
    Now fly

    A steam rises out of the water and a mist hangs over the field
    The tears of your wife and daughter have all but released their yield
    The ghosts of lovers will walk toward you and beckon you into their arms
    and the mighty bells of chaos
    will no longer sound their alarms

    Good bye
    Now fly

    Shake off your carcass leave us in the dark
    That's us fumbling 'round like ants on the ground
    in palaces and hovels reading mystery novels
    But we never get the plot Maybe you got it now
    Shake that mortal coil leave us to toil
    take off that weight take off that weight
    Listen to the silence know the end of violence
    is a clean slate Is a clean slate

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