Lying here tonight,
lying here tonight its all you think of,
Parading through these lights and
Parading through these lights its all you think of.
For chance has laid its cold hand upon your shoulder,
Its now your right, to watch falling sands, youre getting older.
Suddenly surprised, suddenly surprised by these mires,
Its a funny thing this life, youre catching up with time, do you tire?
You were caught by the window