Out of the flying pan and into the fire Swimming against the tide and sinking into the mire I'm getting the hang of haning in blissful suspension Letting the tongue in groove and following it's direction Oh, but we can only fantasise Death's kiss is all I need to find But in the meantime I'll load my pipe and guess
Theres is a place where matter ceases to matter And if I could take you there, we'd set up a home on saturn Spin in a endless orbit, wheeling and reeling Rever missing the time, the day or the floor or ceiling Oh, but we can only fantasise Death's kiss is all I need to find But in the meantime I'll load my pipe and guess
Out of the flying pan and into the fire Swimming against the tide and sinking into the mire I've still got a lot to learn but I've learned to be thankful The flashes of truth I've seen are worth the rentless battle Oh, but we can only fantasise Death's kiss is all I need to find But in the meantime I'll load my pipe and guess Out of the flying pan and into the fire...