When success is on your mind,
but true direction is missing,
you know the gods of light,
but you're still smitten.
By the stars in your eyes,
I can tell you know where you are.
Smile sweetly and you'll be forgiven.
You're almost free,
almost free to come and go.
Bed, sitting room for ambitions prisoner.
Walk away,
don't take no for an answer.
Turn a blind eye to it all.
Let sleeping dogs lie down in Queensway.
Like a bulldozer chasing butterflies
down sad English streets you wander.
Over sleeping bodies you step lightly.
Oh,
the snow on the ground lets you pass by without a sound.
One last look before you disappear.
Walk away,
don't take no for an answer.
Turn a blind eye to it all.
Let sleeping dogs lie down in Queensway.
Walk away,
don't take no for an answer.
Turn a blind eye to it all.
Let sleeping dogs lie down in Queensway.
Walk away,
don't take no for an answer.
Turn a blind eye to it all.
Let sleeping dogs lie down in Queensway.