When I was a little boy,
I looked under the stairs,
The King and the Pawns
Were caught unawares,
Standing in the shadows
whisperer to be,
Just fishing in the darkness
Of possibilities.

Just look at you now
Yeah
Look at you now
Yeah
Oh
Look at you now

Among such style and grace
Our highest hopes,
None standing 
Still [bad word] joke,
Where goes the warm embrace 
It fades without return 
It lives to slip through fingertips and burn.

Just look at you now
Oh
Look at you now
Ohh
look at you now
Ohh
Look at you now