Oxford awakes from its summer slumber
Youthful blood courses again through ancient streets
Yet still the city is steeped in darkness
With empty hearts following empty desires,
Lustfully pursuing the self-gratifying thrill driven away by the morning.
The blood of ten thousand pumps through cobbled veins,
Each one searching, and each one choosing not to see
Yet still, amongst them the dreaming spires point up out of the black
To the light that they once knew, and loved
And yet this light will reach down through the darkness
So this city will shine brightly again
