I'm floating over strange landIt's a soulless,
sequined, showbiz moonI'm floating over strange landAnd
then stranger still, there's no balloonBut I'm getting
higherWafted up by fame's fickle fire 'til theChalk
hills and childrenAnchor my feetChalk hills and childrenBringing
me back to earthEternally and ever Ermine Street.
(Even I never know where I go when my eyes are closed)I'm
skating over thin iceUpon blunted blades of metal softI'm
skating over thin iceWhile some none such net holds
me aloftBut I'm getting higherLifted up on lucks' circus
wire 'til theChalk hills and childrenAnchor my feetChalk
hills and childrenBringing me back to earthEternally
and ever Ermine StreetEven I never know where I go
when my eyes are closedEven I never spied that the
scenes were posedEven I never knew this is what I'd
beEven eyes never mean that you're sure to seeStill
I'm getting higherRolling up on three empty tyres,
'til theChalk hills and childrenAnchor my feetChalk
hills and childrenBringing me back to earthEternally
and ever Ermine StreetI'm soaring over hushed crowdsThe
reluctant cannonball it seemsI'm soaring over hushed
crowdsI'm propelled up here by long dead dreamsStill
I'm getting higherIcarus regrets and retires puzzledChalk
hills and childrenAnchor my feetChalk hills and childrenOddly
complete(Even I never know where I go when my eyes
are all closed)Here I go again