Paul Weller. Fly on The Wall. Zeneszám

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