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[ti:Dropping The Torch (2006 Digital Remaster)]
[ar:Peter Hammill]
[al:Chameleon In The Shadow Of The Night]
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[00:00.000]Dropping The Torch (2006 Digital Remaster) - Peter Hammill
[00:00.840]We play games
[00:08.081]And every move
[00:12.305]Is noted down
[00:16.747]As a subsequent 'cause
[00:24.453]And effectively chains our freedom
[00:34.915]And will to live
[00:40.282]We settle in to simple
[00:46.745]Survival
[00:54.409]Hanging on our pleasures
[00:59.822]Grimly we must never let them go
[01:06.250]Our prison walls
[01:11.731]Are slowly built
[01:17.026]Stone by stone and day by day
[01:29.124]No provision for escape
[01:34.228]Entombed alive in safety
[01:37.347]And decay
[01:42.355]Time sets around us
[01:46.559]In killing frames
[01:49.088]Black border round our names
[01:52.990]Our fingers lose their grip
[01:56.126]And the torch slips
[02:02.893]The enemy
[02:08.164]For everyone
[02:12.395]Is everyone
[02:18.348]Inside
[02:23.871]I feel the hand of security
[02:27.908]Creep on me
[02:31.340]With ice cold fingers
[02:37.898]And crush my flower of freedom
[02:48.723]I've lost the course of my adventure
[02:54.899]All the things I'd meant to do
[02:57.652]Are lost
[03:02.942]There is only one flame each
[03:06.199]To keep alive
[03:08.487]In the wind
[03:12.488]But finally we snuff them out
[03:16.345]All by ourselves
[03:22.682]We set traps
[03:29.142]And in the end
[03:33.167]Fall into our own snares
[03:43.567]And have nowhere to go
[03:50.950]Time ever moves more slowly
[03:57.705]Life gets more lonely
[04:00.690]And less
[04:04.365]Real