Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In The End, artist - Peter Hammill. Album song Chameleon In The Shadow Of The Night, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Record label: Virgin
Song language: English
In The End |
I promise you, I won’t leave a clue: |
no tell-tale remark, no print from my shoe. |
Still a steady trail to the water’s edge — |
I will keep my pledge to the end; |
I intend to go free |
No more rushing around, no more travelling chess; |
I guess I’d better sit down, you know I do need the rest… |
Yes, it’s time to resign with equanimity and placidity |
from the game. |
I can’t explain; |
I can’t relate… |
Have I done it all too late? |
Now is the time for the commission to report; |
till lately, I thought: I’d been planted. |
Trying hard to make it all come real, |
permission to feel is ungranted. |
But, now it’s happening, I’d like to keep it private if I can; |
last words, last look, make a final stand. |
Now my number’s come up on the Pools, |
guess I’ll board Titanic for a cruise… |
Now is the time to make my status clear, |
too late, I fear, and lonely, |
as friends and enemies traverse the stage, |
all in a rage disown me. |
And all the pip-props shatter into dust about my ears; |
memory and conscience, hope and fear. |
As I crawl out further on the limb |
something tells me I am crawling in to unknown prophecies and lives — |
the rainbow’s end is hemmed around with knives… |
As I stand on the boards and the stage lights grow dim, |
shall I go out of doors, or shall I maybe go in? |
Have I reached the point when I should take my cue |
and follow you and your signs? |
I can’t remember my line |
at the prompter cat calls |
and the cards all fall |
in the strike |
All the pages are thin, all the corners are curled. |
Does the starshine fall in through my window on the world? |
or am I living our (the seeds of doubt) a chronicle of revenge? |
The willow bends |
as do my hands — |
do your understand? |
And will you still be my friend in the end? |
… When my mouth falls slack |
and I can’t summon up another tune, |
shall I then look back and say |
I did it all |
too soon |