Album : Promenade
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"Birds and planes go
Through the rainbow
Every day though
You simply refuse
Old-fashioned Ferris Wheels
Are no big deal
They're just big wheels with chairs
So don't be scared
Just set yourself free"

She tells me it's alright
To open up my eyes
She holds onto my hand
And the clouds float by
The couple in the car below
They wave to us and say hello
I think they understand
The way we're feeling

I don't need to say 'I love you'
When we're floating
So far up above
Everyone else's lives
Are intertwined
With yours and mine
I hope
They find the joy
That we have found

She tells me it's alright
To open up my eyes
She holds onto my hand
And the clouds race by
The couple in the car above
I suppose they think
That we're in love
I think they might be right

And without warning when we're almost at the top
The wheel that turns us all comes to a sudden stop.
The wind that's blown us dies a quick and painless death
The air gets clammy and we hold each other's breath
We get the feeling that we're not alone in this
And then a God who really ought not to exist
Sticks out a great big hand
And grabs me by the wrist
And asks me "why?" and I say
"Well God, it's like this
It may be arrogance
Or just appalling taste
But I'd rather use my pain than let it all go to waste
On some old god who tells me what I want to hear
As if I cannot tell obedience from fear
I want to take my pleasures where and how I will,
Be they disgraceful or distasteful or distilled
And to be frank I find that life has more appeal
Without a driver who's asleep behind the wheel"

Then God decides that he has taken quite enough
Of all this atheistic tosh I'm spouting off
And so he calls upon his favourite angel choir
To sing of times when men were filled with christian fire
But over-zealous angels flap their wings too fast
And cause the wind to blow and turn the wheel at last
And soon my feet are safely back on solid ground
And then I hear a voice say
"Don't look down!".
"Birds and planes go   Through the rainbow   Every day though    You simply refuse   Old-fashioned Ferris Wheels   Are no big deal   They're just big wheels with chairs   So don't be scared   Just set yourself free"      She tells me it's alright   To open up my eyes   She holds onto my hand   And the clouds float by   The couple in the car below   They wave to us and say hello   I think they understand   The way we're feeling      I don't need to say 'I love you'   When we're floating   So far up above   Everyone else's lives   Are intertwined   With yours and mine   I hope   They find the joy   That we have found      She tells me it's alright   To open up my eyes   She holds onto my hand   And the clouds race by   The couple in the car above   I suppose they think   That we're in love   I think they might be right      And without warning when we're almost at the top   The wheel that turns us all comes to a sudden stop.   The wind that's blown us dies a quick and painless death   The air gets clammy and we hold each other's breath   We get the feeling that we're not alone in this   And then a God who really ought not to exist   Sticks out a great big hand   And grabs me by the wrist   And asks me "why?" and I say   "Well God, it's like this   It may be arrogance   Or just appalling taste   But I'd rather use my pain than let it all go to waste   On some old god who tells me what I want to hear   As if I cannot tell obedience from fear   I want to take my pleasures where and how I will,   Be they disgraceful or distasteful or distilled   And to be frank I find that life has more appeal   Without a driver who's asleep behind the wheel"       Then God decides that he has taken quite enough   Of all this atheistic tosh I'm spouting off   And so he calls upon his favourite angel choir   To sing of times when men were filled with christian fire   But over-zealous angels flap their wings too fast   And cause the wind to blow and turn the wheel at last   And soon my feet are safely back on solid ground   And then I hear a voice say   "Don't look down!".
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