| When John he saw the numbers he lied | 
| Made up the whole thing, failed when he tried | 
| To cash in on his cautious new fame | 
| Always the numbers but never the name | 
| We we hit the numbers we broke | 
| Broken and changed them changed as we spoke | 
| We knew that we would always be down | 
| Hitting the numbers spun way 'round | 
| And somebody beside you | 
| Slipped your head inside the crown | 
| The princes of the paupers | 
| And all the old showstoppers | 
| Till this moment’s still unknown | 
| Sirens' songs have tried, too | 
| Yet, she takes you as her own | 
| The princes of the paupers | 
| And all the old showstoppers | 
| Till this moment’s still unknown | 
| And when he got the numbers he thought | 
| Thought of his friends who slowed to a halt | 
| Who had questioned to no avail | 
| Some knew the answers, some wouldn’t tell | 
| When Gabriel saw the numbers he fell | 
| Fell through the clouds into the great well | 
| But woke up before he hit the ground | 
| No one had noticed still he looked around | 
| And somebody beside you | 
| Slipped your head inside the crown | 
| The princes of the paupers | 
| And all the old showstoppers | 
| Till this moment’s still unknown | 
| Sirens' songs have tried, too | 
| Yet, she takes you as her own | 
| The princes of the paupers | 
| And all the old showstoppers | 
| Till this moment’s still unknown | 
| With her hand to guide you | 
| You are nothing if not home | 
| The princes of the paupers | 
| And all the old showstoppers | 
| Till this moment’s still unknown |