As the roaring day towards
The night forms
Look at us like a double decker bus
Climbing to the top of St. Paul's
To watch the storms
Stand clear of the doors there's
Handel in the Strand
You'll find a better cla** of
Ventriloquist on the radio
Calling you back to a time
That's never been
In the Circus of Becoming
It all starts with a spark
Once below a time
Set fire to the stars
Over the Eternal City
Somewhere between
The hills and the columns
And the carca** of Rome
Alone but close to spirit
Sitting Bull says there is more