Waiting for the Siege

They’re burning up the mission hut
While you’re ripping out the trees
And all the time you’re wondering
About tickets for the siege.
So you had to catch a later train
And narrowly missed the queue
Gazing out from in your keep
And you stole three at least.
They watch themselves uneasily
Changing the chairs around
And you decide to watch it all
From the helicopter pound.
Ten more steps up to the top
But the flagpole’s getting burned
And you’re not getting tied up fast
You’d rather miss the stage.
Reach the edge and look at it
There’s not that much too see
And all the time you’re wondering
About refunds and the beach.
They watch themselves uneasily
Changing the chairs around
And you decide to watch it all
From the helicopter pound.
Waiting for the siege
And I’m sitting by the walls
Everything you wanted
Could be coming true
There’s boxes over there
And a pile of trees
Too many records
And I’m falling asleep.
Waiting for the siege and I’m staring at you
Everything you wanted
Must be coming true
I’m looking out for anything
There’s more too choose
Hiding in the moat
And trying on your shoes
Waiting for the siege
And I’m waiting for the post
Everything you wanted
Must be coming true
There’s boxes in the fields
And you saw the lights
Everything you wanted
Could be all right.