Evening and I'm sitting here
Got some things to do
Candle's burning down I fear
Have to change it soon
But its shadow flitting on the wall
Dr Sam going in next door
And Jenny laughing on the phone
Seems strange that this is home
Evening at the court again
Been here far too long
Lurking round the room again
Sometimes brings it on
Pictures crooked on the wall
Clothes they lay where they fall
Tattered empire souvenirs
Lie in the dust of years
A coronation mug of mine
Heirlooms of a bygone line
Dresser on all fours an open drawer
Mmmm I got to move again
Seems I've been here too long
Lurking round the room again
Sometimes brings it on