Flying so high, trying to remember
How many cigarettes did I bring along?
When I get down, I'll jump in a taxi cab,
Driving through London town to cry you a song.

It's been a long time, still shaking my wings.
Well, I'm a glad bird, I got chances to ring.
Closing my dream inside its paperback.
Thought I saw angels, but I could have been wrong.
Search in my case, can't find what they're looking for.
Waving me through to cry you a song.



It's been a long time, still shaking my wings.
Well, I'm a glad bird, I got chances to ring.
Lights in the street: peeping through curtains drawn.
Raftling of safety chain, taking too long.
The smile in your eyes was never so sweet before.
I came down from the skies to cry you a song.