[Verse 1]
Well, I'm flying low in London's fast days
It's not the first time that you've heard it this way
Maybe the last time you thought you could tell
What you hoped for from the wishing well

[Verse 2]
In the parlour room
In the parlour room

[Verse 3]
It's sad some of your love started that way
That somebody that doesn't see it the same
Who, where is he, where does he do?
Seldom is home for you

[Chorus]
Right now, you got your life in your hands
You spent your simple days counting them down
Counting them down

[Verse 4]
This is the way that you heard it one day
It's plain to me that I'm speaking the same
Who, where are you, where do you do?
Seldom, do you speak the truth?