Rufus Wainwright:Sanssouci

Who will be at Sanssouci tonight
The boys that made me lose the blues
And then my eyesight
All together playing games of cards
Gambling the tiny shards of brass
Once my heart

Who will be at Sanssouci tonight
I'm lookin' through the window from the garden
Waiting for the call in my hotel room
I'm tired of writing elegies to boredom
I just want to be at Sanssouci tonight

Who will be at Sanssouci tonight
Surely not the one that loves me truly, only
He is probably down at the stables there
Gently polishing my cabriolet
Only I don't care I really want to go

So I'm opening the doorway to the ballroom
Callin' up some dude from my hotel room
I'm tired of writing elegies in general
I just want to be at Sanssouci tonight
Tonight, tonight

The candles seem to all have been blown out
Cupid's wings have cobweb rings and no one's about
Could it be I came to the wrong place
But I swear I saw them climb the stairs
That sweet master race

Who will be at Sanssouci tonight
It's only when you're outside that you notice
Only through the window you can see them
Once the door is open, all will vanish

Ain't nobody at Sanssouci tonight
Tonight, tonight