Orion, won't you give me your star sign Orion, get up on the sky line I'm high on my hill and I feel fine Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine Orion, light your lights come guard the open spaces from the black horizon to the pillow where I lie Your faithful dog shines brighter than its lord and master Your jewelled sword twinkles as the world rolls by So come up singing above the cloudy cover Stare through at people who toss fitful in their sleep I know you're watching as the old gent by the station scuffs his toes on old fag packets lying in the street Orion, won't you make me a star sign Orion, get up on the sky line I'm high on your love and I feel fine Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine And silver shadows flick across the closing bistro Sweet waiters link their arms and patter down the street their words lost blowing on cold winds in darkest Chelsea Prime years fly fading with each young heart's beat Orion, won't you make me a star sign Orion, get up on the sky line I'm high on your love and I feel fine Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine And young girls shiver as they wait by lonely bus stops after sad parties no one to take them home to greasy bed sitters and make a late night play for lost virginity a thousand miles away Orion, won't you make me a star sign Orion, get up on the sky line I'm high on your love and I feel fine Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine