Lyrics

Day by day the moon gains on me
Day by day the moon gains on me
Purchased a pair of flabby wings
I took to doing some hovering
There is a list of incorrect things
Hovered mid-air outside a study
An academic kneaded his chin
Sat in the dust of some cheap magazines
His academic rust could not burn them up
Recruited some gremlins, to get me clear of the airline routes
I paid them off with stuffing from my wings
They had some fun with those cheapo airline snobs
The stuffing loss made me hit a timelock
I ended up in the eighteen sixties
I've been there for one hundred and twenty-five years
A small alteration of the past can turn time into space
Ended up under Ardwick Bridge
With some veterans from the U.S. Civil War
They were under Irish patronage
We shot dead a stupid sergeant, but I got hit in the crossfire
The lucky hit made me hit a timelock
But, when I got back, the place I made the purchase no longer exists
I'd erased it under the bridge
Day by day the moon gains on me
By such things, the moon gains on me
So now I sleep in ditches and hide away from nosy kids
The wings rot and feather under me
The wings rot and curl right under me
A small alteration of the past can turn time into space
Small touches can alter more than a mere decade
Wings, wings, wings, wings, wings, wings