too fickle, somehow ( ... you twist and
turn, like a twisty turny thing....)
This is where I stand ( this place here).
This (this place) is where I stand.
And like a twisty, turny thing, this place
(here) moves. Here moves to there.
(Twisty. Turny. )
And the world is too fickle.
And my nights are filled with flying and falling.
And the ancients look on, sternly, keeping their counsel.
And still, I leap in the air, magic lifting me, until I've climbed too high, and know I must crash.
Twisty turny world.