| Evening and I'm sitting here | |
| Got some things to do | |
| Candle's burning down I fear | |
| Have to change it soon | |
| But its shadow flitting on the wall | |
| Dr. Sam going in next door | |
| And Jenny laughing on the phone | |
| Seems strange that this is home | |
| Evening at the court again | |
| Been here far too long | |
| Lurking round the room again | |
| Sometimes brings it on | |
| Pictures crooked on the wall | |
| Clothes they lay where they fall | |
| Tattered empire souvenirs | |
| Lie in the dust of years | |
| A coronation mug of mine | |
| Heirlooms of a bygone line | |
| Dresser on all fours, an open drawer | |
| Mmmm I got to move again | |
| Seems I've been here too long | |
| Lurking round the room again | |
| Sometimes brings it on | |
| (REPEAT CHORUS) |