Text: Duncan Sheik. Phantom Moon. Mr. Chess.

So good to meet you, Mr. Chess
I've always heard that you're the best
At housing knights
And castles high up in the air

So I beseech you, Mr. Chess
To let me sleep inside your bed
And would you sleep too
Would you sleep too in the chair?

You see, I dream of many things
Of floating solitary kings
Of pawns and people
With blue sequins through their hair

The jesters sings
The bishop brings the queen
A hollow following
And all the pawns and people stop
And people stare

So I too stop
At three o'clock
I stumble to your door
And knock

And ask to see you
Ask to be you, Mr. Chess
Oh, Mr. Chess

Now, I beseech you, Mr. Chess
To let me sleep, to let me rest
To let me dream, to let me sing without a care

And I will dream you things so fair
I'll sing you castles in the air
And I will sleep too
I will sleep too, well, I will rest

Oh, Mr. Chess
My Mr. Chess