Your face is looking like

Someone you forgot you used to know

You were looking for rhymes and reason

They forgot the things you used to know

You came to rely on good fortune

Your mother's screaming low

With the sky in the eye

And jump through the window

You've made your own room at the top

But it's getting thin on air

Still you look at me from your most expensive chair

And when you're feeling fit to drop

And you find there's no one there

Still you look at me from your most expensive chair

You don't wanna shout about it

But it's nothing you care to know

Your friends they just laugh about it

In the places that you never go

You cannot deny your good fortune

Your friends they won't let go

See your hair is in place

And see away from the window

You've made your own room at the top

But it's getting thin on air

Still you look at me from your most expensive chair

And when you're feeling fit to drop

And you find there's no one there

Still you look at me from your most expensive chair

You're the judge how high it hangs

When your castle's made of sand

Because the people who kill the king

Are the people who move from within

You can't rely on good fortune

Your friends are crying low

Kick your feet from the chair

And let it slip from the gallow

You've made your own room at the top

But it's getting thin on air

Still you look at me from your most expensive chair

And when you're feeling fit to drop

And you find there's no one there

Still you look at me from your most expensive chair