9.Fly On The Wall
FLY ON THE WALL - Paul Weller
Where angels meet - Their words are whispers
As sea touches shore - the clouds move swiftly -
and to me so small
compared to it all
like a fly on the wall
As pieces sweep - their meaning is still no clearer
And under my feet - theres nothing to stop my own free fall -
Down and down I go
And compared to it all
I'm a fly on the wall
Our children sleep - resting our hopes and wishes
The night in between - I'm catching my scope, just fishing -
And in spite of it all -
I look at me so small
And compared to it all
I'm a fly on the wall
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