| I sat and watched the crowds in London |
| I know each road by name |
| Today the streets are cold and empty |
| Cos no one likes the rain |
| I soon lost count of all the cars |
| That burned so bright outside the bars |
| Deserted streets, and burning shells |
| Familiar shops I know so well |
| Today the birds no longer twitter |
| The words don’t make it true |
| When there’s no line I’m up the junction |
| I can’t be there with you |
| I’ve always got a magic line |
| That I tap into any time |
| I watch the world by day and night |
| It’s very close, but out of sight |
| Small world |
| Spent together |
| Spent in wonder |
| Linked forever |
| The words were out, and spread like fires |
| From good to bad, habitual liars |
| The drama queens rejoice again |
| Until the next time, who knows when? |
| We could be miles apart forever |
| But we are somehow here together |
| The world is always talking somewhere |
| And we can choose or not to be there |