The wands of smoke are rising
From the walls of the Bastille
And through the streets of Paris
Runs a sense of the unreal
The Kings have all departed
There servants are nowhere
We burned out their mansions
In the name of Robespierre
Our time is wasting in the wind
Through the lonely palace of Versailles
Inside the midnight councils
The lamps are burning low
On you sit and talk all through the night
But there's just no place to go
With his army from the south
Marat your days are numbered
And we live hand to mouth
Our time is wasting in the wind
Through the lonely palace of Versailles
Still prowls the Paris streets
Down all the restless centuries
It speaks inside the cheap red wine
Call the cars at traffic lights
Your time is wasting in the wind
Through the lonely palace of Versailles
Through the lonely palace of Versailles