A small parade has passed
I saw it on my way home
Except for the blank in the middle
For the masters and groups
There'll be no more watching
They're resting tonight, all right
A bit too different in sight
Trying to divert your own pains
And the makers of the floats
They monitor the signals
Just before this noon
Only one switch is pressed
And the slumber will belong to those
They're resting tonight, all right
A bit too different in sight
Trying to divert your own pains
And also when relaxing
Peacefully as kings
I've done that there before
What you need is to wonder
And can't be viewed as a monitor
They're resting tonight, all right
A bit too different in sight
Trying to divert your own pains
They're resting tonight, all right
A bit too different in sight
Trying to divert your own pains
