Oh my God, my spreading wings are falling over everyone   And gravity is pulling harder every day   Cheques and balances, cheques and balances   I need some overhead room   To think that they are watching us      This is an echo   And you are my sorrow   And if you want me, you know where to find me   This is an echo      The economical arithmetic of autobiographical    information that I'm feeding you is priceless   It's unofficial, but I miss you in a brilliant way   We'll all shine on   We'll all shine on and on and on...      This is an echo   And you are my sorrow   And if you want me, you know where to find me   This is an echo