Let us forget any sadness. together tonight. Pour me some wine. turn off the light. and look at the view from your balcony. London through your eyes. No one but you to keep me company. twenty floors up a high-rise. In a romance of the old school. if you lived in this tower block. you'd be a victim of the system. a subject for punk rock. But look at the view from your balcony. the sunset is searing the sky. and how proudly you are pointing out to me. London through your eyes. How like a prince in a castle. viewing dominions below. telling me now in a whisper. something I needed to know. And look at the view from your balcony. London through your eyes. No one but you to keep me company. twenty floors up a high-rise