I feel as if I've fallen into someone else's dream Loud voices calling and the smell of steam The king's amongst the commoners But someone has to steer Streamers and cannon fire distant to the ear Angels, scoundrels, faithless fools The drivers leave their wheels The workmen leave their tools And the white ball hangs and the red ball falls The luck dragon flies tonight The last stop on some journey to reach a far off sea Who will fall in battle? Who will be the first to flee? And voices here, right next to me, yet somehow distant, too Echoes bouncing off the wall With the meaning bleeding through Angels, scoundrels, faithless fools The drivers leave their wheels The workmen leave their tools And the white ball hangs and the red ball falls The luck dragon flies tonight Do you know anyone, anyone at all? Do you know anyone, anyone at all? Do you know anyone, anyone at all? And the white ball hangs and the red ball falls The luck dragon flies tonight And the white ball hangs and the red ball falls The luck dragon flies tonight