Flying Sorcery

	作词 : Stewart
	With your photographs of
	Kitty Hawk
	And the biplanes on your wall
	You were always
	Amy Johnson
	From the time that you were small.
	No schoolroom kept you grounded
	While your thoughts could get away
	You were taking off in
	Tiger Moths
	Your wings against the brush-strokes of the day
	Are you there?
	On the tarmac with the winter in your hair
	By the empty hangar doors, you stop and stare
	Leave the oil-drums behind you, they won't care
	Oh, are you there?
	Oh, you wrapped me up in a leather coat
	And you took me for a ride
	We were drifting with the tail-wind
	When the runway came in sight
	The clouds came up to gather us
	And the cockpit turned to white
	When I looked, the sky was empty
	I suppose you never saw the landing-lights
	Are you there?
	In your jacket with the grease stain and the tear
	Caught up in the slipstream of the dare
	The compass rose will guide you anywhere,
	Oh, are you there?
	The sun comes up on
	Icarus as the night-birds sail away
	And lights the maps and diagrams
	That Leonardo made
	You can see
	Faith, Hope and
	Charity As they bank above the fields
	You can join the flying circus
	You can touch the morning air against your wheels
	Are you there?
	Do you have a thought for me that you can share?
	Oh I never thought you'd take me unawares
	Just call me if you ever need repairs
	Oh, are you there?

	zuò cí : Stewart
	With your photographs of
	Kitty Hawk
	And the biplanes on your wall
	You were always
	Amy Johnson
	From the time that you were small.
	No schoolroom kept you grounded
	While your thoughts could get away
	You were taking off in
	Tiger Moths
	Your wings against the brushstrokes of the day
	Are you there?
	On the tarmac with the winter in your hair
	By the empty hangar doors, you stop and stare
	Leave the oildrums behind you, they won' t care
	Oh, are you there?
	Oh, you wrapped me up in a leather coat
	And you took me for a ride
	We were drifting with the tailwind
	When the runway came in sight
	The clouds came up to gather us
	And the cockpit turned to white
	When I looked, the sky was empty
	I suppose you never saw the landinglights
	Are you there?
	In your jacket with the grease stain and the tear
	Caught up in the slipstream of the dare
	The compass rose will guide you anywhere,
	Oh, are you there?
	The sun comes up on
	Icarus as the nightbirds sail away
	And lights the maps and diagrams
	That Leonardo made
	You can see
	Faith, Hope and
	Charity As they bank above the fields
	You can join the flying circus
	You can touch the morning air against your wheels
	Are you there?
	Do you have a thought for me that you can share?
	Oh I never thought you' d take me unawares
	Just call me if you ever need repairs
	Oh, are you there?