Scarlet Servants - Felt

If I wanted what was yours

Then I would surely want what’s mine

You take it all the time and then

Something blows up and my head’s

Full of ideas like a cloak of evil

Or the message unclear like a

Courtroom jester when the king says

The waiters wait in heir rooms

The chauffers dancing doom

The waiters wait in their rooms

The prophets forecast gloom

And the stars are out tonight

No one knows don’t let them know

And the sky is filled with light and then

The night exploded yeah somethin’s

Happening here like a sky of thunder

And a message unclear like a blown-

Out candle when the daylight draws near