Lyrics

Only echoes of a shallow tune Lead a dancer for a while Faded faces see across the room Long forgotten, out of time Lights soften down, there's no-one around The scene dissolving Please, please, please Ode to the chances of faraway left behind I think of you In the space on the side of sublime And you say The way is dark in the light of your eyes And they're both burning Is anything ever the way it appears to be At all in our lives Moving through the day in a gentle slow Takes the nearer far away The final scene in the sad picture show The Technicolor has turned to grey Bird on a wire, a song to inspire And no-one's listening Please, please, please Ode to the chances of faraway left behind I think of you In the space on the side of sublime And you say The way is dark in the light of your eyes And they're both burning Is anything ever the way it appears to be At all in our lives In my life A life and years wasted, so far so bad but I believe I have cried myself to sleep, for promises I'll never never never keep And its still, playing, on my mind I still believe (So far away left behind)