The secret codes that we impose on ourselves
When we know we’re wrong how wrong to right
To day and night I’ve seen all that I care to see and more
He’s waiting, He’s waiting for you
Lost again, my dearest friend
Looks like you’re lost again, my dearest friend
Mayday, mayday, I’m calling on You
I need you here tonight
You’re lost again my dearest friend I hope you find your way back home
May flights of angels, slowly guide you
Slowly guide you home