(Composição: Damon Albarn, Graham Coxon, Alex James, Dave Rowntree) There were blue skies in my city today Everything was sinking Said snow would come on Sunday The old school was due and the traffic grew Upon the Westway Where I stood watching comets on their lonesome trails Shining up above me the jet fuel it fell Down to earth where the money always comes first And the sirens sing Bring us the day they switch off the machines 'Cos men in yellow jackets, putting adverts inside my dreams An automated song and the whole world gone Fallen under the spell of the Distance between us when we communicate Still picking up shortwave Somewhere they're out in space It depends how you're wired when the night's on fire Under the Westway Now it's magic arrows hitting the bull Doing 180 still standing at last call When the flags coming down And the last post sounds Just like a love song For the way I feel about you Paradise no lost, it's in you On a permanent basis I apologise But I am going to sing Hallelujah Sing it out loud and sing it to you Am I lost out at sea 'Til a tide wash me up off the Westway
