Sitting so still in the mezzanine,
Future held back by the painted screen,
I see you there trying to hold back the screen,
In delicate clothes that are fit for a queen,
Stuck in the mezzanine.
All of the things dear, all of the things.
They're here to keep out the rain.
Here at the party we're nice and dry, but you feel cold all the same.
All of the guests are just pots and pans,
Making more noise than you can
Understand, walking about on a marble top floor
Each one a castle with locks on the door, each one a prisoner for.
All of the things dear,
All of the things they're here to keep out the rain,
Here at the party we're nice and
Dry oh but you feel cold all the same.
Candles cast light down apon the wall,
Secretly hoping that they will fall,
All of the dirt has been moved somewhere new.
All of the ash has been swept from the flu
Cause that's all I know how to do.
All of the things dear, all of the things.
They're here to keep out the rain,
Here at the party we're nice and
Dry oh but you feel cold all the same.
All of the things dear, all of the things.
They're here to keep out the rain,
Here at the party we're nice and
Dry oh but you feel cold all the same.
Oh but you feel cold all the same.