The Queen of the Lowlands
Is sleepless tonight
She's walking on marble floors
In the pale moonlight

The oilman from Texas
Still pulling the strings
In this palace of puppets
Of my paper King

No one will sleep
In the fields of Verdun
No one will finish, end
What they just had begun

I'm in a manhole
Looking for light
And I wonder why the German philosophers
And the English poets just always fight

In this no man's land
No man's land

Did you see Elvis in his kitchen tonight
He's got a Memphis blues
And a real strong appetite
He's walking through Graceland
In a black leather suit
He's smelling home cooking
It's only... it's only the river
Only the river, only
Elena Ceauşescu is still wide awake
She's counting her shoes
And she knows that she made
She made a mistake
So let's start again
The night is still young
Voices outside are singing
Singing a folk song
A folk song

No man's land
No man's land

No man's land
No man's land

Louis XIV, he cannot sleep
He's walking through the corridors of his
Of his funky antique
He got 300 pillows and 400 chairs
He's counting his clocks
Can you hear them ticking
Tic toc tic toc tic