Open up your eyes
Let the song climb through your window
I heard that life’s a gas
But light-blue fades to black

I know you and you know me
I guess it’s safe to say we know each other
How’s your father been?
Is his heart still pumping?

Like an English garden flowerbed
In all it’s elegance and wonder
Let’s cut the small talking
I want the real thing

‘Cause you’re gonna be a big star, honey
A real household name
The cream rises to the top, they tell me
I’m gonna be best friends
With fame, with fame

I was lost and found
I found that I had lost the feeling
I’m mid-flight, bail down
I pray for solid ground

The traffic lights your bedroom up
It’s like a disco on your ceiling
The city’s on my back
It’s breathing down my neck

Oh, it’s not your fault
That you’re wild you know
Oh, it’s not your fault
That you’re wild you know

‘Cause you’re gonna be a big star, honey
A real household name
The cream rises to the top, they tell me
I’m gonna be best friends

‘Cause you’re gonna be a big star, honey
A real household name
The cream rises to the top, they tell me
I’m gonna be best friends
With fame, with fame