Sitting at the top of the stairs Waiting for the band to come Getting ready to rehearse I thought I'd better write a song Inevitably, we're all feeling lonely We could go and see flamingos again In amongst all the good news We're so grown up these days And when my fire goes out We'll be left in no doubt And when the tide comes in I will see you again My best friend You again Tears like salty rain My love's your game again Maybe it's too late To adjust my fate Decided preincarnate And when my fire goes out We'll be left in no doubt And when the tide comes in I will see you again You again You again Fla-mingo (flamingos) Fla-mingo (flamingos) Fla-mingo (flamingos) Fla-mingo (flamingos) Fla-mingo (flamingos) Fla-mingo (flamingos) Fla-mingo (flamingos) Fla-mingo (flamingos)