[00:00.000] 作词 : David Gilmour/Anthony Moore/Bob Ezrin/Jon Carin
[00:01.000] 作曲 : David Gilmour/Anthony Moore/Bob Ezrin/Jon Carin
[00:23.000]Into the distance, a ribbon of black
[00:29.000]Stretched to the point of no turning back
[00:34.890]A flight of fancy on a windswept field
[00:40.000]Standing alone my senses reeled
[00:46.000]A fatal attraction holding me fast, how
[00:51.000]Can I escape this irresistible grasp?
[00:57.000]Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
[01:01.700]Tongue-tied and twisted Just an earth-bound misfit, I
[01:08.000](Instrumental music)
[01:19.800]Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
[01:25.000]Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
[01:31.500]No navigator to guide my way home
[01:36.900]Unladened, empty and turned to stone
[01:42.000]A soul in tension that is learning to fly
[01:48.500]Condition grounded but determined to try
[01:54.000]Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
[01:59.000]Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
[02:06.000]Friction lock - set
[02:08.000]Mixture - rich
[02:10.000]Propellers - fully forward
[02:12.000]Flaps - set - 10 degrees
[02:14.000]Engine gauges and suction - check
[02:16.000]Mixture set to maximum percent - recheck
[02:25.000]Flight instruments
[02:27.000]Altimeters - check both
[02:30.000](garbled word) - on
[02:34.450]Navigation lights - on
[02:39.200]Strobes - on
[02:42.000](to tower): Confirm 3-8-Echo ready for departure
[02:44.000](tower): Hello again this is now 129.4
[02:48.000](to tower): 129.4 It's to go
[02:50.000](tower): You may commence your takeoff, winds over 10 knots.
[02:51.600](to tower): 3-8-Echo
[02:54.000]Easy on the brakes. Take it easy. Its gonna roll this time.
[02:58.000]Just hand the power gradually, and it...
[03:02.000]Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
[03:07.000]My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
[03:13.000]Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
[03:19.000]Out of the corner of my watering eye
[03:24.000]A dream unthreatened by the morning light
[03:29.000]Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night
[03:35.600]There is no sensation to compare with this
[03:41.000]Suspended animation, A state of bliss
[03:47.000]Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
[03:51.680]Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
[03:59.000](Instrumental music)
[05:11.000]The cheering crowd～

作词 : David Gilmour/Anthony Moore/Bob Ezrin/Jon Carin
作曲 : David Gilmour/Anthony Moore/Bob Ezrin/Jon Carin
Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction holding me fast, how
Can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted Just an earth-bound misfit, I
(Instrumental music)
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to guide my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension that is learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
Friction lock - set
Mixture - rich
Propellers - fully forward
Flaps - set - 10 degrees
Engine gauges and suction - check
Mixture set to maximum percent - recheck
Flight instruments
Altimeters - check both
(garbled word) - on
Navigation lights - on
Strobes - on
(to tower): Confirm 3-8-Echo ready for departure
(tower): Hello again this is now 129.4
(to tower): 129.4 It's to go
(tower): You may commence your takeoff, winds over 10 knots.
(to tower): 3-8-Echo
Easy on the brakes. Take it easy. Its gonna roll this time.
Just hand the power gradually, and it...
Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night
There is no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, A state of bliss
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
(Instrumental music)
The cheering crowd～