Marc Almond - Mr Sad

Poor Mr Sad
He's flown away
In search of his heaven now
Heaven knows why
And Mr Sad
Left me a note to say
If he finds his heaven now
He won't have time to cry

So I'm gonna fly, fly, fly away
On my wings I made
Out of sorrows I threw away, away Maybe, I'll be back one day
Who knows

Poor Mr Sad
He lives for dreams
He's out of his mind it seems
With schemes that gleam
Too bright for me
But what the hell
I've nothing to lose
I built my wings today