| Along the track the wires are humming
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| In bursts of code like far-off drums…
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| Fathering the message:
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| Further up the line
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| Someone’s shouting
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| Down the passage of time.
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| The corridor restrains the window,
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| No view without the eye within…
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| Bold upon the threshold
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| But holding on the line
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| We’re shouting
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| Down the passage of time.
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| Relatives speak on the phone, on the train,
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| Talking before they have thought to explain;
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| Voices pitched wildly on tracks in the night
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| Can’t pick the pace up —
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| Oh let there be light!
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| How light becomes the soul!
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| You know yourself the centre of attention,
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| You see yourself the locus of event…
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| I’m sorry if it’s painful quarrying the line,
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| Stage centre, shouting down the passage of time.
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| The corridor retains it’s shadows,
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| It’s secrets compartmentalised…
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| Damping down on ambience,
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| Damp the teeth and grind,
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| Shouting down the passage of time!
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| What’s there to see or make clear?
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| What’s there to know
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| When the voice is right here?
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| What’s there to promise or vow?
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| What’s to believe when the time is right now?
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| Relatives spoke on the phone, on the train,
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| Talking before they had sought to retain;
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| Voices projected, spears in mid-flight,
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| Frozen forever…
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| Oh let there be light |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Traintime , by - Peter Hammill. Song from the album In The Passionkirche Berlin 1992, in the genre Иностранный рок