- John Wetton
- 3:10
- 2015
- The Studio Recordings Anthology
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I'm walking on air, down a smoky corridor
I'm barely aware, this is no dream
I felt you were there, you spoke to me
Beware of what I saw, yes I'm sure, I want more
And I'm walking on the air
Oily, dark and blue, the picture hangs in front of you
Don't turn around, this is for real
The walls of this place, imprisoning your pretty face
I'm sure, what I saw, is no more
And I'm walking on air
Floating, falling, I'm silently calling
Adrift In an ocean, on waves of emotion
I'm following the light, through centuries of endless light
The soporific sky, the moon and the stars, oh, oh-oh-oh
To Morpheus I fly
He holds me in a twilight that we share, in his lair, if I dare
We'll go walking on air
Floating, falling, I'm silently soaring
Adrift in an ocean, on waves of emotion
Say a prayer for me, in solace and sincerity
Then sip your holy wine out of a silver spoon
And when my soul shall rise
Then realise you live with what you swore
And before, any more of your talking
Feel the chill, at the door, it's just me
And I'm walking on air