I know your story
 I looked into your eyes and everything had died
 Time  was , you glistened
 You had a lot to say but you threw it all away
 And now your silence  is  just an excuse
 And Iím embarrassed by the lies you produce
 You start to crack up when youíre faced with the [bad word]  You start to crack up when youíre faced with the [bad word] 
 The   king   cannot   be   found 

 I know your story
 Your hands  are  cut to maps, your heart a photograph
 Time  was , they loved you
 You wore the golden fleece, you had them on their knees
 But now youíre missing from the history
 Now youíre missing from the tapestry
 And thereís a shadow where you used to  be 
 Thereís a shadow where you used to  be 

 The   king   cannot   be   found 

 Black out the windows, itís the start of the plague