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