I was standing on a strand
I was stranded on a street
when I heard the call
of my Miss Lady Sweet
I climbed out of my casket
and I climbed into her bike basket
City of light and blossom of cherry
I traded crystal river and tributary
and the sense they once contained
I was standing on a strand
I was stranded on a street
when I heard the call
of my Miss Lady Sweet
I climbed out of my casket
and I climbed into her bike basket
Streets of fire and clashing of swords
For the gift of flight, I traded my words
and the sense they once contained
I was standing on a strand
I was stranded on a street
when I heard the call
of my Miss Lady Sweet