Roger Waters - The Fugitive King lyrics

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 range 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