Fly On The Wall

Where angels meet - their words are whispers As sea touches shore - the clouds move swiftly And 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 There's 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 casting my scope, just fishing --- Fly on the Wall - Paul Weller