The King Is Half-Undressed Marillion

So this is where she stands at night
On this cold avenue of lights
The red and greens but mostly reds
For you he's stopping

In seeing him she knows him less
His stick is wet, she's half undressed
And all and all they're both obsessed
With so much nothing

I know it's hard for you to see
What lies behind's a mystery
If words could speak they'd mean even less
When the king is half undressed

She dots her "I's" with a smiley face
A work of art in all but taste
The fool deserves the bed he's made
Where idiots slumber

Divine she is to aire this fate
A crack of smile through all this hate
Means nothing more in this nervous state
Of so much nothing

I know it's hard for you to see
The truth behind is misery
If words could speak they'd mean even less
When the king is half undressed