Do you have champagne in your dreams? Where do you dine with kings and queens? The chauffeur dresses you in lace Where have you put your plastic face?
The highest cave was yours, not mine The biggest slave was yours My admiration's on the wane Is this your dying day?
The curtain falls, the lights go out You move, you think, you talk, you shout The portrait stares, your eyes fight back The magic wand brings all you lack
The highest cave was yours, not mine The biggest slave was yours My admiration's on the wane Is this your dying day?
Build me a mountain that I may see the sky Build me a tunnel that I may see the world
The ball's begun, the champagne's flat The music swings, they do The Jack The vultures scream, a storm's ahead The ball is over: you are dead
The highest cave was yours, not mine The biggest slave was yours My admiration's on the wane Is this your dying day?
Build me a mountain that I may see the sky Build me a tunnel that I may see the worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
