Текст песни The Dancing King - Damon Albarn

We pause and judge
Upon the reigning queen
Who looks like a ghost
Upon the money most
People would agree
Oh the soulless dance
Upon the English dew
Across the green fields
A procession grows
We are the out-of-time
People of the rose, sing
We are the out-of-time
People of the rose
The nightingale rejoices
The hour disapproves
The morning unrequited
The moon my heart did choose
Now the dancing king is the sun.