On the pages of a magazine

The flicker on my TV screen

Throwing your hair

Back to the wind

You kept me sane in days of rain

Through the boredom of the afternoon

Daydreams of you

Dreaming of you

But I know it’s impossible

For us to be possible

Living in two different worlds away

No you don’t need your booking agent

To tell you you’re beautiful

The schmucks that buy you fancy things

They don’t light a fire

In your heart

And I know inside

You’re a girl who needs

Some mills and boon

Romance

But I know it’s impossible

For us to be possible

Living in two different worlds away

But I know it’s impossible

For us to be possible

Living in two different worlds away