Robyn Hitchcock and The Egyptians lysander

I circle your heart like I circle the world
But I never touch down
In case I grew and grew
And couldn't leave there
Solitary guy, you need professional help
You put too much in your mouth
Is in the palm of your hand
A little papery heart
A crumpled throwaway bird
A bird that flew and flew and flew and flew
About a parasol, about a parasol