Intro
The wands of smoke are
rising from the
walls of the Bas
tille and
through the streets of
Paris runs a
sense of the un
real. The
Kings have all de
parted there
servants are no
where we
burned out all their
mansions in the
name of Robes
pierre
And still we wait
to see the
day
be
gin Our
time
is wasting
in
the
wind Wondering
why
Wondering
why, it
echoes Through the
lonely palace
of Ver
sailles
Inside the midnight
councils the
lamps are burning
low Oh 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 Ma
rat your days are
numbered and we
live hand to
mouth
While we wait
to see the
day
be
gin Our
time
is wasting
in
the
wind Wondering
why
Wondering
why, it
echoes Through the
lonely palace
of Ver
sailles
The ghost of revo
lution still
prowls the Paris
streets Down
all the restless
centuries it
wonders incom
plete 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 wait
to see the
day
be
gin Your
time
is wasting
in
the
wind Wondering
why
Wondering
why, it
echoes Through the
lonely palace
of Ver
sailles Wondering
why,
it
echoes Through the
lonely palace
of Ver
sailles