(Thompson/Barson)Could it be someone's telling liesOr could it be that
I can fly you to your loved ones but I
A sorting office in the Old Kent Road
Caters from coast
Wriggles from his captor's arms
Mr speaker gets the word and
Running
New delhi at three a.m.
Just arrived by k.l.m.
Left the airport
A man opened his window and stared up Primrose Hill
Out
Sunday morning silence, curtain stay closed late
No one thinks of
I see a face that face is mine
The mirror marks
(McPherson/Barson)Waking up again another sleepless nightClimbing taller buildin