[Intro, instrumental] [Verse 1] Take up the broom… And sweep away… All litter from your musings, thorough… Yes, let it fly… Cast forth the charge… With incantations to your liking… Of brittle ice… Of blazing flame… And passion for a simple mortal… And honey pour… Into his ears… With words that prophesy his answering rapture… With his most secret, cherished dream… Agree with everything, so that he May grasp that Fate has brought him to you… And he desired you… And he lifted… The gaze of his enchanted eyes… And focused all his keen attention… Upon the stormy sweet of nights… Imagining that, in all truth… This all will one day come to be… Thus, held captive by his own fancy… He'll dwell on thoughts of ecstasy… While you shine on, delight, seem real… [Bridge] Now tell him he's a hero born… [Break] The greatest of all men, by far… [Break] That he is loved, already, by you… [Break] And you are faithful, evermore… [Break] [Chorus] Why play at all? For play itself… Or for the intellect's own triumph? It all began back in that time… When once a summer came to pass… In which one felt it all too plain— How joy had somehow lost its weight… How interest in life just melts away… The very core of feeling is faulty… [Verse 2] And then there rose the urge to have… Anew, the freshness that had passed… And in this trap — full many women… And those who are themselves equipped… To give feelings beyond compare… To sweep one into flight's oblivion… As long as it may be allowed… For him to be… a pilot… Ancient craft… Than the art of seduction, truly… Is hard to find upon this earth… Again, the carriage turned to pumpkin… After the long-appointed ball… And, in its wake… the magic faded… [Chorus] Why play at all? For play itself… Or for the intellect's own triumph? It is the search for a rabbit hole… To hold on to the lingering effect… Of what was once beyond all reach… Or of forbidden pleasures, sought… For fear of facing judgement's sting… While one's imagined depravity unfolds… [Outro, instrumental]