A boy becomes a king
With vultures in the wing
The Eiffel Tower fell
But was never there
The bodies of the meek
Are trampled under feet
Oh, what a sordid tale
That we're telling now
I saw, I saw
Written on the page
Yet another day of
Downpours, downpours
And I've not a thing to wear
A brother turns eighteen
Inside an old machine
The kind his father knew
And the one before
The extras in a scene
That barely made the screen
The careful words they say
In a letter home
I saw, I saw
Written on the page
Yet another day of
Downpours, downpours
And I've not a thing to wear
In a place so far from there
