From the walls of the Bastille

And through the streets of Paris

Runs a sense of the unreal

The Kings have all departed

There servants are nowhere

We burned out 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

Through the lonely palace

of Versailles

 

The ghost of revolution

Still prowls the Paris streets

Down all the restless centuries

It wonders 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

Through the lonely palace

of Versailles

Wondering why it echoes

Through the lonely palace

of Versailles