| Lyrics: | Along the track the wires are humming
in bursts of code like far-off drums....
Fathering
the message:
further up the line
someone's shouting
down the passage 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 passage 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 line,
stage centre, shouting down the passage of time.
The corridor
retains it's shadows,
it's secrets compartmentalised....
damping down on
ambience,
damp the teeth and grind,
shouting down the passage 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
retain;
Voices projected, spears in mid-flight,
frozen forever...
Oh let there be
light |
