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.