Peter Hammill - Traintime lyrics

Along the tracks the wires are humming in bursts of code like far-off drums. Fathering the message: further up the line someone's shouting down the pa**age of time. The corridor restrains the window, no view without the eye within. Bold upon the threshold but holding on the line we're shouting down the pa**age of time. Relatives speak on the phone, on the train, talking before they have thought to explain; voices pitched wildly on tracks in the night can't pick the pace up... oh let there be light! How light becomes the soul. You know yourself the centre of attention, you see yourself the locus of event. I'm sorry if it's painful quarrying the lime, stage centre, shouting down the pa**age of time. The corridor retains its shadows, its secrets compartmentalised. Damping down on ambience, clamp the teeth and grind, shouting down the pa**age of time. What's there to see or make clear? What's there to know when the voice is right here? What's there to promise or vow? What's to believe, when the time is right now? Relatives spoke on the phone, on the train, talking before they had sought to refrain; voices projected, spears in mid-flight frozen forever... oh let there be light!