A gray afternoon in the market town of Richmond, North Yorks.; wandering in the ruins of its eleventh-century Norman castle, built by Alain le Roux of Brittany on land granted to him by his cousin William the Conqueror.
Richmond town dominated by the castle keep.
A Georgian market town with too many cars.
Rosemary, your day will come.
Pastel florist and bijoux.
To the castle --
Standing under a white flag, oh.
In the shadow of the castle walls...
And reruns all become our history.
Climbing up the keep to the battlements.
Rooftops of Richmond.
And the Dales in the distance.
Got a taste for danger.
Great dominions, they don't come cheap.
Great dominions, they just want you to leave.
Towards the town.
And away.
A little black spot on the sun today.
It's a spark in a sea of gray.
Met you at the barricade.
Tiptoe through the riot.
Vandals laced and braced for action.
No sense, no consequence.
These are improbable days, my friends.
Tomorrow's mundane.
All good things must end.
Here come the horses and we move along.
Promise I'll see you but the moment is gone.
Killing time in the present sense.
Bound together by someone to fight against.
I used to be a dissident citizen.
We were silent secret agents.
But the resistance is wearing thin.
Time flies, but you're the pilot.
xx
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