The king's been in his bedroom for weeks In exile from the world, he never speaks The queen is in the counting house, her fingers in the till There's something happening to the castle on the hill
The jester's telling jokes to everyone Says: Now he's gone, well ain't it fun There's whispers in the courtroom, "is he crazy, is he ill?" Nobody has an answer, but they keep on asking still
And a friend of mine, one of the few Has locked himself away like howard hughes They're trying to replace him but they know they never will It ain't the same without him, on the castle on the hill
There's a wind of madness in the air Since he's gone nobody seems to care The court is disillusioned, everything is up for sale And the castle on the hill is like a boat without a sail
