Circus of Becoming

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 class 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 carcass of Rome

Alone but close to spirit

Sitting Bull says there is more