Upon the hill the church bells chime
The graveyard whispers of another time
When lowly men and the land were one
And this ugly war had not begun
Above us the roof is full of holes
Searching this village of lost souls
John Keats is in the alley
Looking for a rhyme
Edward German walks by quickly
Lost in another time
I’m in the boot store
With a bootleg in my hand
Sipping Kraken quietly
Trying to make a stand
In the bull ring the artisans chatter
Newspaper headlines do not matter
To society fires of quiet rural lives
The verger preaches to lost young wives
Above us the roof is full of holes
Searching this village of lost souls
John Keats is in the alley
Looking for a rhyme
Edward German walks by quickly
Lost in another time
I’m in the boot store
With a bootleg in my hand
Sipping Kraken quietly
Trying to make a stand
By the waterside the barges float
The lock keeper paints his rotten boat
Flies buzz round fish heads and tails
The jolly joiner repairs his sails
Above us the roof is full of holes
Searching this village of lost souls
John Keats is in the alley
Looking for a rhyme
Edward German walks by quickly
Lost in another time
I’m in the boot store
With a bootleg in my hand
Sipping Kraken quietly
Trying to make a stand
In the Greyhound pub granddad drinks
The waitress watches as her spirit sinks
Punters come and wild wayfarers go
The world outside it moves too slow
Above us the roof is full of holes
Searching this village of lost souls
John Keats is in the alley
Looking for a rhyme
Edward German walks by quickly
Lost in another time
I’m in the boot store
With a bootleg in my hand
Sipping Kraken quietly
Trying to make a stand
No Time to Think 