I'm a world traveller, there's nowhere I've been
I've seen brothers and sisters and kites in the wind
I've seen mittens on strings - what a good thing to do
Because things can go missing, I've heard of a few
So please never lose me like you lose your cool
Never leave me stranded up high on a telephone wire
From London is calling, a bu*ton is desperately hanging on
By a thread of a dream my great-grandmother wove
When she dreamed me and you up. She dreamed up our souls
She went hard through the night against men with machines
Against living and dying, what all of it means
She taught us to travel, she taught us to dream
And here we are in great cities attempting great things
And all that we have is our will and our thoughts
When the strangest of feelings come up we feel crazy, we feel lost
Never lose me like you lose your cool
Never leave me stranded up high on a telephone wire
From London is calling, my brother is desperately hanging on
It's like I said, I have travelled the world
And there's no place that I've been that I never heard
The sound of my heart beating and seen my own face
Like the face of a child hangs above a staircase
Oh, please never hang me up like shoes on a wire
But wire me all of your fears and desires
Mittens on strings are such fortunate things
Like babies need mothers, like people need their friends to ring them up
So please never lose me like you lose your cool
Never leave me stranded up high on a telephone wire
From London is calling, a bu*ton is desperately hanging on