From the Album: Release the Stars
Who will be at Sanssouci tonight?
The boys that made me lose the blues and then my eyesight.
All together playing games of cards.
Gambling the tiny shards of brass once my heart.
Who will be at Sanssouci tonight?
I'm looking through the window from the garden.
Waiting for a call in my hotel room.
I'm tired of writing elegies to boredom.
I just want to be at Sanssouci tonight.
Who will be at Sanssouci tonight?
Surely not the one that loves me truly only.
He's probably down at the stables there.
Gently polishing my cabriolet. Only I don't care I really want to go.
So I'm opening the doorway to the ballroom.
Calling up some dude from my hotel room.
I'm tired of writing elegies in general.
I just want to be at Sanssouci tonight.
Tonight, tonight.
The candles seem to all have been blown out.
Cupid's wings have cobweb rings and no one's about.
Could it be I came to the wrong place?
But I swear I saw them climb the stairs that sweet master race.
Who will be at Sanssouci tonight?
It's only when you're outside that you notice.
Only through the window you can see them.
Once the door is open all will vanish.
Ain't nobody at Sanssouci tonight.
Tonight, tonight.
[Thanks to juliaoceanchild1 for correcting these lyrics]