Monarchy

There’s a cloud, it’s time has come, found the strength to block out the sun
Gold curtains fall to the ground, what will we see before we die
That voice it whispered soft, all the promise of better than this
Oh joy has escaped me, has escaped me
Lost our patience we want floating cars
No grace for doves, no grace for doves
Lost our patience we want floating cars
No god for us, no god for us