White sand falls a grain at a time
Slips though to the other side
Glass house, a question of gravity
World turns on the head of a pin
Slows down, now spinning again
The warm glow of incense and alchemy
London calling
Hold the wire
Bridges falling
Like butterflies
Butterflies on fire
One heart on a silver chain
Two clouds and a handful of rain
Three days alone in a Spanish town
For all I’m planning to do
For all I’m putting you through
For all you’re feeling, forgive me now
London calling
Hold the wire
Bridges falling
Like butterflies
Butterflies on fire