You can say the sun is shining if you really want to. I can see the moon and it seems so clear. . You can take the road that takes you to the stars now.
Mayfair strange in the morning light. Mayfair strange in the summer night. Mayfair strangest in the afternoon. Mayfair stretching far above. Full of fame but lacking love.
Well, there was a man who lived in a shed. Spent most of his days out of his head. For his shed was rotten let in the rain. Said it was enough to drive any man insane.
Falling fast and falling free. You look to find a friend. Falling fast and falling free. This could just be the end. . Falling fast you stoop to touch.
Fame is but a fruit tree, so very unsound. It can never flourish, till its stalk is in the ground. So men of fame, can never find a way. Till time has flown far from their dying day.
I know you. I care too. I see through. All of the pictures that you keep on the wall. All of the people that will come to the ball. . But hear me calling.
Sort of maybe missing somebody or wanting them. Or having something to do with 'em or. At least not anymore. . Strange face with your eyes. So pale and sincere.