"The Fugitive King" lyrics - ROGER WATERS

[Act Three]

[Scene 1 "The Fugitive King"]

[Ringmaster:]
And high above,
Homing in the restless sky,
Rooks, melancholy, proclaim a schism between
God, sacred, and the Crown, profane
Between the heavens and the King
The dark horizon cracks a crooked grin,
Admitting one small grain of change
Then two, then four, then bit by bit,
Then tock by tick
All the old presumptions hove in rings

[King:]
The King is afraid that his kingdom is slipping away

[Queen:]
The Queen pines for the good times at Versailles

[King:]
He works on his locks to the sound of the ticking of clocks

[Queen:]
The children play in a garden that's ringed with steel

[King:]
They wanted to visit St. Cloud to be able to

[King & Queen:]
Breathe in the air

[Officer:]
The National Guard forbad them to leave