Four horses pull a carriage through an empty streetnAnd though the day is cold & still they are not nbreathing They make no sound at allnnAs easily as water finds its way to groundnThey bleed into the brick and are gonennAnd I have seen what I have seen as I fallnLike a whisper in the dome of St PaulnThe drowning man's forgot what he's callednBut he illuminates our town for us allnnWalk up the narrow staircase from the balconynAnd at the top go out and grip the golden railingnThe view from up here really takes your breath awaynYou step out of of your skin and you're gonennSo follow me down to the riverside, honeynWe can pack our bags and take all our money nWe can fly away, we can fly awaynnTake me down to the railway tracksnWe can cross the bridge where the sun sets, baby nWe can fly away, we can fly awaynnTake me down, take me downnFly away, fly awaynnThe day is cold and still and there's no reason nTo make a sound at allnAs easily as water finds its way to groundnnAnd I have seen what I have seen as I fallnLike a whisper in the dome of St PaulnThe drowning man's forgot what he's callednBut he illuminates our town for us all