The lookouts have all left
The frowning ones were right
From the jacquerie, comes a day
That you can't fight
Such are the times, my friend
On which we are falling
Sick trouble in the mind
Stonewallin'
I move through the scene
Like ice in a dream
I went to the end, I found it, I lost it
I landed with grace
But nobody saw it
(Nobody saw it)
With nothing but time
To torture with this
The partisans, the battle
With hot burning fists
Hot burning fists
I move through the scene
Like ice in a dream
I went to the end and I found it, I lost it
I landed with grace
But nobody saw it
(Nobody saw it)
