Where the troops of the court yard sound the alarms
When you turned on your charms for the brothers in arms
Caught a train
Did a rain dance
And to shooting forth is the froth of the fruit
It's a product cut from the cloth of his tear away suit
It's a great plan
He's a great man
Please do explain
How it came back up the drain
I might have known
Being energy for golden throne
I can see the shine, the silver lining
The aerial's packed and I'm writing them down
Straight from the desk and a picture frame
With a zig zag destination
And the skeleton key hanging on the front door
For the panicking rooms on the thirteenth floor
For no one but everyone is invited
All these entertain
But I can't see them clearly, tear more light in
Be a child in your nursery
Try them on, decide what's more exciting
For the home, dear, for the home
For the home, dear, for the home