And it hardly looked like a novel at all I hardly look like a hero at all And I'm sorry you couldn't publish this And you were white as snow, I was white as a sheet When you came down in this black dress In your mum's black maternity dress And so Though it hardly looked like a novel at all If this city treats me, it treats me to you And a cup of coffee for you I should learn its language and speak it to you
[Chrous: ] And 70 million should be in the know 70 million don't go out at all And 70 million wouldn't walk these streets 70 million would grind to a halt And 70 million would be wrong wrong wrong And 70 million never see at all And 70 million haven't tasted snow
And dance dance dance like the children dance Imply a thought, are we taking a chance? With the light still on And will we ever reach the tower? And after you came down in this black dress I don't know what took so very long And this And this isn't war, we don't have to ration I waved the white flag and you kept it at home And thus I wrote from a foreign land You're holding my no longer foreign hand