A caretaker collects the fragments of broken hearts
For the lost property of vicars and tarts
There's something leaking in the workings of his brain
But something cynical remains
A debutant goes out in the world to learn
A bachelor to have, to hold and obey is her only concern
But in the back of her mind, a delicate refrain: something cynical remains
You close your eyes and count to ten and then you see someone is sleeping
Open your mouth and count to five and you are still alive
This roller-coaster rides in two straight lines, the beauty and the beast
Which one are you tonight?
Here at the bottom and the top this moving circus never stops
To say what's wrong or right
The train conductor hopes he'll finish soon
To lead his orchestra to the murderous light of a silvery moon
And he hears no one in the gallery complain
No one ever asked his name
You close your eyes and count to ten, again, you see someone is sleeping
Open your mouth and count to five and you are still alive
This roller-coaster rides in two straight lines, the beauty and the beast
Which one are you tonight?
Here at the bottom and the top this moving circus never stops
To say what's wrong or right
A lady runs across the station hall
Catches the silky stare of a gentlemen who is no good at all
The sliding doors collide, her carriage pulls away
But something cynical remains
Something cynical remains