When I first saw you standing there
Just like The Beatles
The darling of the paparazzi
So history tells
So I don't get to get around
Like I used to
What if I am not getting around
I'll get used to
Oh my, here I am cap in hand again
To live in a crystal palace
Everyone will see what we have done
No stones are every thrown
And everyone will see what we have done
A kind of living
A kind of slipping away
And then you turned to me on the big wheel
And said marry me
I closed my eyes threw my head back and said
What comes next?
Oh, I'm willing to live and learn
Oh perhaps I was born that way
Oh my my, here I am cap in hand again
To live in a crystal palace
Everyone will see what we have done
No stones are every thrown
And everyone will see what we have done
A kind of living
A kind of loving
A kind of slipping away
Writer(s): Tony Shepherd, Neil Maccoll, Mark Nicholas Hewerdine, David Hugh Larcombe
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