Orion, won't you give me your star sign   Orion, get up on the sky-line   I'm high on my hill and I feel fine   Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine      Orion, light your lights, come guard the open spaces   From the black horizon to the pillow where I lie   Your faithful dog shines brighter than its Lord and master   Your jeweled sword twinkles as the world rolls by      So come up singing above the cloudy cover   Stare through at people who toss fitful in their sleep   I know you're watching as the old gent by the station   Scuffs his toes on old fag packets lying in the street      Orion, won't you give me your star sign   Orion, get up on the sky-line   I'm high on my hill and I feel fine   Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine      And silver shadows flick across the closing bistro   Sweet waiters link their arms and patter down the street   Their words lost blowing on cold winds in darkest Chelsea   Prime years fly fading with each young heart's beat      Orion, won't you make me a star sign   Orion, get up on the sky-line   I'm high on your love and I feel fine   Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine      And young girls shiver as they wait by lonely bus stops   After sad parties no one to take them home   To greasy bed sitters and make a late night play   For lost virginity a thousand miles away      Orion, won't you make me a star sign   Orion, get up on the sky-line   I'm high on your love and I feel fine   Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine      Love is sky-line, Orion