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