Mr. Chess - Duncan Sheik

So good to meet you, Mr. Chess

I’ve always heard that you’re the best

At housing knights

And castles high up in the air

So I beseech you, Mr. Chess

To let me sleep inside your bed

And would you sleep, too

Would you sleep, too, in the chair?

You see, I dream of many things

Of floating, solitary kings

Of pawns and people with

Blue sequins through their hair

A jester sings

The bishop brings the queen

A hollow following…

And all the pawns

And people stop

And people stare

So, I, too, stop

At 3 o’clock

I stumble to your door and knock

And ask to see you

And ask to be you

Mr. Chess.

Oh, Mr. Chess.

Now I beseech you, Mr. Chess

To let me sleep, to let me rest

To let me dream

To let me sing without a care

And I will dream you things so fair

I sing your castles in the air

And I will sleep, too

I will sleep, too

I will rest… Oh, Mr. Chess,.

My Mr. Chess…