Every morning the clock strikes eight. I go to work, I close the gate
And on my way, I sing a song, about my wife, where I belong
If the clouds get together, and talk about the weather
If it's rain they anticipate, baby, make no mistake
Yes, the storm will break, but never me you see
2 years on. 2 years on
But only you can see me, only you can see me
For what I've got, Sir Lancelot was just a dream and I am not
For I am he with something more, it's you and I reality
If the clouds get together, and talk about the weather
If it's rain they anticipate, baby, make no mistake
Yes, the storm will break, but never me you see
2 years on. 2 years on
But only you can see me, only you can see me
2 years on. 2 years on, ahh