There was a rhyme that wasn't a rhyme 

In a time that wasn't a time 

There was a place that wasn't a place 

There was a race that wasn't a race 



But I lived in a city no-one knew 

Thousands of people, indecisions 

Chained in by sorrow everyone 

Started to wonder how it all begun 

Waiting for leaders to lead them to pens 

Queues went for miles and millions to come 

Fall of because write us a few 

Friend kept complaining and joined the queue! 



Still was a place that wasn't a place 

Still a race that wasn't a race 

Had to find it, it wasn't 'round here 

Such a thought - a simple idea 

Long hall and benches, flesh on the spit 

Music was playing, wine to drink 

Women of scarlet, faces of flame 

Laughter and argue, ever the same