a place of peace, a shot in the dark

bleeding and breeding, plotting, supplied not denied

who you are is the person waiting calmly in the world

of those who see the country change and make not mistake about it

such are the city dwellers and the country fellers

telling time by those who make a day so long

as if sleep were an unwanted commodity

as the priests play on

in their happy and guilt laden song

and the circles go round and round

as if we played in a similar tone

if not the same

orchestra