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
Is fishing in the darkness
Oh the possibilities
Just look at you now
Look at you now

Among such style and grace,
Our highest hopes
None standing still, [bad word] joke
Where does the warm embrace
Effect without return
Appears to slip through fingertips
And earth

Just look at you now
Look at you now