flying fish

Paul Weller

See ? like fishes in a stream
Caught up in a net
Trying to be free

I try, try to catch your eye
And us, just flying fish
Leaping in a stream

So I look around
And I hear that sound
As a million stars
Lift me up so far

And I wonder why
When I look into the sky
How such fine fish
Can end up like this?

Still, the roads are silent too
No car, no bus, no clue
Stuck between two walls
I seem

Slight, like echoes down a pipe
Or whispers late at night
But nothing I can see

So I look around
And I hear that sound
As a million stars
Lift me up so far

And I wonder why
When I look into the sky
How such fine fish
Can end up like this?

While I was dreaming
I look out, look out
Something was happening
I look out, look out

Stream, the shit out of a dream
Caught up in the thread
Of plots we ll soon forget

So I look around
And I hear that sound
As a million stars
Lift me up so far

And I wonder why
As I look into the sky
How such fine fish
Can end up like this?