Texty: Paul Weller. He's The Keeper.

He's the keeper of the lantern
Stone believer, it's a passion
And he knows it, he's the keeper
Hanging wishes up upon our stars

He waits for love
Yes, he waits for love

Flying without a hand
Trying to brave the land
Something about the man
Is about to make a stand

With nothing but liars and thieves
Trying to purchase thee
Where are you meant to go?
Fly away, high away

He's the one knight on a knackered stallion
His rusty armour so undervalued
Does he know that he's a reason
He's asleep now but never gone

He just waits for love
Yes, he waits for love
Yes, he waits for love
(He's the keeper)

Hanging without a cloud
Hoping to draw a crowd
If he's willing to take a chance
Come on people, make a stance

From tiny acorns grow
All kinds of seekers
And where are they meant go
But fly away, high away

In the maelstrom of indecision
Shine believer find the season
He helped to grow it, he's the keeper
Hanging wishes up upon our stars

He waits for love
Yes, he wait for love

He's the keeper of the lantern
He's the message in the midnight of your madness
In the backlog of conversations
We never had

We wait for love
Yes, we wait for love
Yes, you wait for love