A small parade has passed
I saw it on my way home
Except for the blank in the middle
For the masters and groups
There'll be no more watching

They're resting tonight, all right
A bit too different in sight
Trying to divert your own pains

And the makers of the floats
They monitor the signals
Just before this noon
Only one switch is pressed
And the slumber will belong to those

A bit too different in sight
Trying to divert your own pains

And also when relaxing
Peacefully as kings
I've done that there before
What you need is to wonder
And can't be viewed as a monitor

They're resting tonight, all right
A bit too different in sight
Trying to divert your own pains

They're resting tonight, all right
A bit too different in sight
Trying to divert your own pains