Well, I'm flying low in London's past days It's not the first time that you've heard it this way Maybe the last time you thought you could tell What you hoped for from the wishing well In the parlour room In the parlour room
It's sad somehow your love started this way That somebody else that doesn't see it the same Who, where is he, where does he do Seldom is home for you
Right now you got your life in your hands You spent your simple days counting them down Counting them down
This is the way that you heard it one day Explain to me that I'm speaking the same Who, where are you, where do you do Seldom do you speak the truth