Fly On The Wall — Paul Weller

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

Theres nothing to stop my own free fall

Down and down I go

And compared to it all

Im a fly on the wall

Our children sleep

Resting our hopes and wishes

The night in between

Im casting my scope, just fishing