Sanssouci (Live)-Rufus Wainwright

Who will be at Sanssouci tonight? The boys that made me lose the blues tonight, and then my eyesight All together, playing games of cards Gambling the tiny shards of brass, once my heart Who will be at Sanssouci tonight? I'm lookin' through the window from the garden Waitin' for the call to my hotel room I'm tired of writing elegies to boredom I just want to be at Sanssouci tonight Who will be at Sanssouci tonight? Surely not the one that loves me truly, only He's probably down at the stables, there Gently polishing my cabriolet, only I don't care, I really want to go So I'm opening the door wide to the ballroom Callin' up some dude from my hotel room I'm tired of writing elegies in general I just want to be at Sanssouci tonight Tonight, tonight... The candles seem to all have been blown out Cupid's wings have cobweb rings and no one's about Could it be I came to the wrong place? But I swear I saw them climb the stairs, that sweet mystery Who will be at Sanssouci tonight? It's only when you're outside that you notice Only from the window you can see them Once the door is open, all will vanish Ain't nobody at Sanssouci tonight Tonight, tonight