Текст песни The 21 Gun Salute

Oh my God, my spreading wings are falling over everyone And gravity is pulling harder every day Cheques and balances, cheques and balances I need some overhead room To think that they are watching us This is an echo And you are my sorrow And if you want me, you know where to find me This is an echo The economical arithmetic of autobiographical information that I'm feeding you is priceless It's unofficial, but I miss you in a brilliant way We'll all shine on We'll all shine on and on and on... This is an echo And you are my sorrow And if you want me, you know where to find me This is an echo