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 changes to ring.
Closing my dream inside its paper-bag.
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.
Lights in the street, peeping through curtains drawn.
Rattling of safety chain taking too long.
The smile in your eyes was never so sweet before -
Came down from the skies, to cry you a song.