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