The lookouts have all left The frowning ones were right From the jacquerie, comes a day That you can't fight Such are the times, my friend On which we are falling Sick trouble in the mind Stonewallin' I move through the scene Like ice in a dream I went to the end, I found it, I lost it I landed with grace But nobody saw it (Nobody saw it) ♪ With nothing but time To torture with this The partisans, the battle With hot burning fists Hot burning fists I move through the scene Like ice in a dream I went to the end and I found it, I lost it I landed with grace But nobody saw it (Nobody saw it)