Cavaliers look out of windows As the guards go riding by Holding their hands over their eyes So they can't see the sky. As poets sell their diaries And beg for the chance to speak They'd give up all their innocence For just one hour of sleep. And in the hall of mirrors A juggler reads the news And he throws his words into the air As he runs off with my shoes. And he's looking for something That he thinks he'll never find There's nothing left for him to do But to cry away his time. So he runs back to the courtroom Where the lawyers wash their hands And he knows that they're not guilty But no-one seems to understand. And as look-outs pace down corridors And mercenaries burn the fields The courtiers stand round laughing Pretending it just isn't real. And they're looking for something That they're sure that they'll never find And there's nothing left for them But to cry away their time. And the serjeant he just stands there With his feet on the garden wall As the city fathers light candles And wait for the sky to fall. And in the empty courtroom The dancers change their clothes And they watch the castles fall down As they send each other notes. And they know there's nothing left And there's nothing for them to do So they order up their carriages And search for something new. And as the river breaks it's banks And washes them all away I look into the mirror And I try to remember my name. 'Cause I'm looking for something That I'm sure I'll never find There's nothing left for me to do But to cry away my time. Oh, I'm looking for something That I know I'll never find And there's nothing left for me But to cry away my time.