Standing on my rooftop,
talking to the moon,
wishing I could fly away in Phileas's balloon.
It wasn't all that long ago,
I had the world in my hands.
I let it all slip away,
like so many grains of sand.
Where do I go now?
Where do I begin?
Lost on the Sahara,
like a better wind.
Maybe love will find me,
and I shall be released,
and find my way back to you,
Phileas.
What was it that you said to me?
Love is patient, love is kind.
So much left unspoken,
on my heart and mind.
Where will I go now?
Where will I begin?
Stranded on the Sahara,
like a better wind.
Maybe love will find me,
and I will be released,
and find my way back to you,
Phileas.
Standing on my rooftop,
talking to the moon.
Grateful for a second chance,
my darling will be home soon.
I almost
lost my angel,
she means everything to me.
I'll be tender and faithful,
as I should always
be.
Where will we go now?
How do we begin?
A promise to be a better man,
a lover and a friend.
Maybe grace has found me,
and I have been released.
I found my way back to you,
Phileas.