Carnaval de l'autre côté, Canary Wharf sleep

Juliette, strolling in her sun-gown, found no way out of jerusalem
Her fate was a river, her river was fate, and a two-way carriage way
Of a piece of parchment - a lost man's letter
Two sides of a bank, a man's city, a woman's curiosity
Tunnels
Leading her spirit - clad in red - to gaze upon the towers of others.