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