Candidate
It's all right
You can put your mind at ease
They went out the back
While you were playing with the symphony
And you were awakened
By the sound of guillotines
Beautiful angels sweeping down
On silver strings
I met the candidate
He didn't look so great
He swears he hates rainy days
And then his voice starts to fade
Don't be mad
Just go away
It's a little bit too late
Don't be sad
Try to be brave
Don't Feel bad
We can explain
What he meant to say was,
"˜If you take it all back
It will still be the same'