You saw the work tonight
So what do you care to know about
You saw the work tonight
So what do you care to know about
Babar in gardens no compare
The gates are high and no-one dares
In royal robes does he despair
Who shall he call for the repairs
You half direct a silent stare
A call to someone barely there
Reach for the glass and stir the air
It's not so often, not so rare
What ghost has led me through to here
What clock will beat against the stairs
With chalk I outline my affairs
And that is how I disappear
You half direct a silent stare
The gates are high and no-one dares
Reach for the glass and stir the air
Who shall I call for the repairs
