Lallafa's poetry, you know
Was writ on habra leaves, you know
He's dead, though
He's not dead anymore, we need real time

He wrote about the light, you know
The girl he left behind, you know
She left, though
Ah, but she didn't leave, we need real time

What we need: a Real Time Campaign
Yes, indeed - ain't easy to explain

'Bout an oil refinery, you know
Where once was C of C, you know
It's said, though:
Cathedral's never been, we need real time

Postcards of that spot, you know
Now cost an awful lot, you know
It's said so
Things were not as they were, we need real time

Disappeared: whole swathes of history
Ain't it weird, it's going to not have been

Now that time's subject to change, you know
Makes history quite strange, you know
I read so
What will be might be, we need real time
What will be might not be, we need real time