the palace of versailles-al stewart
the wands of smoke are rising from the walls of the Bastille
and through the streets of Paris Runs a sense of the unreal
The kings have all departed Their servants are nowhere
We burned out all their mansions In the name of Robespierre
And still we wait To see the day begin
Our time is wasting in the wind Wondering why
wondering why, it echoes through the lonely palace of Versailles
inside the midnight councils the lamps are burning low
on you sit and talk all through the night but there’s just no place to go
and Bonaparte is coming with his army from the south
marat your days are numbered and we live hand to mouth
while we wait to see the day begin
our time is wasting in the wind wondering why
wondering why, it echoes throught the lonely palace of Versailles
the Ghost of revolution still prowls the Paris streets
down all the restless centuries it wanders incomplete
it speaks inside the cheap red wine of cafe summer nights
its red and amber voices call the cars at traffic lights
why do you wait to see the day begin
your time is wasting in the wind wondering why
wondering why, it echoes throught the lonely palace of Versailles
wondering why, it echoes throught the lonely palace of Versailles
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