Saturday night at the London Palladium Got a looking glass Saw a shadow moving faster His fingers holding onto the bannister But Scotland Yard said no so fast No papers are missing I heard a tune I'd heard before That night at the music hall Can't get her out of my mind I'll never forget her face I couldn't figure it out There were too many secrets And danger is in the air He's here, he's got it Its so close he can taste it Putting pieces Together Like a jigsaw puzzle In the spotlight He's sweating This is his moment Too many questions Not enough answers And he hesitated For a second obligation A fatal flaw in his character In the chaos you could smell the Gunshot in the foyer And the chorus kept dancing As she took my hand