Then the Chinese whisper of a countdown spreads across the crowd,
first to be lit by a century's morning,
mad to say they were there and then when the moment came,
wild for the starlight that passes for meaning.
Killing Time (1999)
Then the Chinese whisper of a countdown spreads across the crowd,
first to be lit by a century's morning,
mad to say they were there and then when the moment came,
wild for the starlight that passes for meaning.
Killing Time (1999)