And if I wanted what was yours
then I would surely want what's mine
And you take it all the time
And then something blows up
My mind was full of ideas
Like a cloak of evil or the message unclear
Like a courtroom jester when the king says:
The waiters
They wait in their rooms
The chauffeurs, oh, dancing doom
The waiters
They wait in their rooms
The prophets, oh, forecast gloom
And the stars are out tonight
No one knows, don't let them know
And the sky is filled with light
And then the night exploded
Yeah, something's happening here
Like a sky of thunder or a message unclear
Like a blown out candle when the daylight draws near
The waiters
They wait in their rooms
The chauffeurs, oh, dancing doom
The waiters
They wait in their rooms
The prophets, oh, forecast gloom