At the feast of fools humour can sometimes be cruel
But under certain conditions you have to forget the rules
At the feast of fools everybody has a voice
Nobody goes to the bottom except by their own choice
CHORUS 1:
It's time for the silent criers
to be held in love
It's time for the ones who dig graves for them
to get that final shove
It's time for the horizons of the universe to be glimpsed
even by the faceless kings of corporations
It's time for chaos to win and walk off with the prize
which turns out to be nothing
I fooled you, I fooled you...
VERSE 2: At the feast of fools outlaws can all come home You can wear any disguise you want but you'll be naked past the bone At the feast of fools people's hands weave light There's a diamond wind flowering in the darkest night
CHORUS 2: It's time for the silent criers to be held in love It's time for the ones who dig graves for them to get that final shove It's time for the horizons of the universe to be glimpsed even by the faceless kings of corporations It's time for chaos to win and walk off with the prize which turns out to be a big fat nothing
SOLO: (chords as for verses, x2)
CHORUS 3: (finish with an Em11 chord) It's time for the singers of songs without hope to take a hard look and start from scratch again It's time for these headlights racing against inescapable dark to be just forgotten It's time for Harlequin to leap out of the future into the midst of a world of dancers It's time for us all to stand hushed in the cathedral of silence waiting at the river's end Waiting at the river's end