There's a space on Triumph Plaza that's waiting for a Queen.......(They uprooted her on Martyr's Day and placed her in between the People's Palace and a carpark-in the resting place for Dreams.)

Out in the suburbs where it only rains and we will wait for ages for the bus to somewhere else......anywhere

She's looking down with sadness. She knows I feel the same
I'll retreat with her to better times and I will not ask her name
Although they'll modernise her, re-align her, then leave her to the winds of change, I'll still recognise the young girl in her marble eyes...

Together we'll remain.......oh, anywhere