It’s all right   You can put your mind at ease   They went out the back   While you were playing with the symphony      And you were awakened    By the sound of guillotines   Beautiful angels sweeping down   On silver strings      I met the candidate   He didn’t look so great   He swears he hates rainy days   And then his voice starts to fade      Don’t be mad    Just go away   It’s a little bit too late   Don’t be sad    Try to be brave   Don’t Feel bad   We can explain   What he meant to say was,   ‘If you take it all back   It will still be the same’