There were blue skies
in my city today
Everything was sinking
said snow will come
on Sunday
and the old school
was due
And the traffic grew
upon the Westway
Well I stood watching
comets leave some
trails
Shining up above me
the jet fuel
it fell down to earth
down to earth
Where the money
always comes first
and the sirens sing
Bring us a day
when they switch off
the machines
'Cause many yellow
jackets put in adverts
inside my dreams
and ooh
it's amazing stuff
And the whole world
goes falling under
the spell the distance
between us when we
communicate
Still picking up
shore wave somewhere
they're out in space
it depends how you are
With the lights on
flare
under the Westway
Now it's magic carrot city
the bull
Doing one eighty
still standing
a last call
when the flights
coming down
And the last post
sounds
just like a love song
for the way I feel
about you
Paradise not lost
is seeing you
And of all the places
I apologise
but I am gonna sing
Hallelujah
Sing it out loud
and sing it to ya
Am I lost
out at sea
till the tide washed me
above the Westway