Another foggy night in the London town. where all the dreamers are asleep. no one understands what I have found. No... not even me. Foolishly I fall. to the obvious pattern of it all. Carelessly I stop. I think change is just a friend that never called. Tragedies are alright. When it means it become blessing in our lives. Could it be that I'm now stand corrected. Could it be that I'm now stand affected. by this blinding light. Blinding light.... Big Ben breathing on my neck again. I feel my time is running out. But all this baggage I'm carrying. It's time to lay it down Hey. Foolishly I fall. to the obvious pattern of it all. Carelessly I stop. I think change is just a friend that never called. Could it be that I'm now stand corrected. Could it be that I'm now stand affected. A cup of tea I'm all my own tonight. Now I'm changing by this blinding light yeah. Foolishly I fall. to the obvious pattern of it all. Carelessly I stop. I think change is just a friend that never called. Could it be that I'm now stand. Could it be that I'm changed by this blinding light. Blinding light