Peter Hammill - Dropping The Torch Lyrics
We play games and every moveis noted down as a subsequent causeand effectively chains our freedom and will to live:we settle in to simple survival,hanging on our pleasures grimly...we must never let them go...Our prison walls are slowly built,stone by stone and day by dayno provision for escape,entombed alive in safetyand decay.Time sets around us in killing frames,black border round our names.Our fingers lose their gripand the torch slips. The enemy for everyoneis everyone, inside -I feel the hand of securitycreep on me with ice-cold fingersand crush my flower of freedom;I've lost the course of my adventure,all things I'm meant to do are lost.There is only one flame eachto keep alive in the wind.but finally we snuff them outall by ourselves.We set traps and, in the end,fall into our own snaresand have nowhere to go.Time ever moves more slowly:life gets more lonelyand less real