(Verlaine) Deep red is the carpet Burgundy are the drapes There's wine at every table But there's no one there to have a taste Let go the mansion, Rita, leave it alone, Let go the mansion, it's not your home. I have a dream, a dream so fine And in this dream nothing was mine, And I heard you say unto me That in my dream, there's too much to see Let go the mansion, Rita, leave it alone, Let go the mansion, it's not your home. Let go the mansion, Rita, leave it alone, Let go the mansion, it's not your home. We've both heard advice so many times Wasn't meant for you and yours, or me and mine. Let go the mansion, Rita, leave it alone, Let go the mansion, it's not your home. Let go the mansion, Rita, leave it alone, Let go the mansion, it's not your home. Wine at every table Wine at every table Wine at every table Wine at every table
