Feast Of Fools

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
 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
 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 is a diamond wind
 Flowering in the darkest night
 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.
 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.