Žodžiai dainai: Paul Weller. 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
Ooh, and in spite of it all, oh, I look at me so small and compared to it all
I'm a fly on the wall

And compared to it all
I'm a fly on the wall
Oh, compared to it all
Like a fly on the wall
Compared to it all
Like a fly on the wall