Where angels meet - Their words are whispers
As sea touches shore - the clouds move swiftly -
 and to me so small
   compared to it all
     like a fly on the wall

As pieces sweep - their meaning is still no clearer
And under my feet - theres nothing to stop my own free fall -
  Down and down I go
    And compared to it all
      I'm a fly on the wall

Our children sleep - resting our hopes and wishes
The night in between - I'm catching my scope, just fishing -
  And in spite of it all -
    I look at me so small
      And compared to it all
        I'm a fly on the wall