Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Childlike Faith In Childhood's End, artist - Van Der Graaf Generator.
Date of issue: 31.12.1975
Song language: English
Childlike Faith In Childhood's End |
Existence is a stage on which we pass |
A sleepwalk trick for mind and heart; |
It’s hopeless, I know, but onward I must go |
And try to make a start |
At seeing something more |
Than day to day survival, chased by final death |
If I believed this the sum of the life to which we’ve come |
I wouldn’t waste my breath |
Somehow, there must be more |
There was a time when more was felt than known |
But now, entrenched inside my sett |
In light more mundane, thought rattles round my brain: |
We live, we die… and yet? |
In the beginning there was order and destiny |
But now that path has reached the border |
And on our knees is no way to face the future, whatever it be |
Though the forces which hold us in place |
Last through eons in unruffled grace |
We, too, wear the face of creation |
As anti-matter sucks and pulses periodically |
The bud unfolds, the bloom is dead, all space is living history |
It seems as though time must betray us yet we’re alive |
And though I see no God to save us, still we survive |
Through the centuries of progress |
Which don’t get us very far |
All illusion! |
All is bogus… |
We don’t yet know what we are |
Laughing, hoping, praying, joking, Son of Man |
With lowered eyes but lifting hearts, we’re grains of sand |
And though, in time, the sea may claim us for its own |
We are the rocks which root the future — on us it grows! |
We might not be there to share it |
If eternity’s a jest but I think that I can bear it |
If the next life is the best |
Even if there is a heaven when we die |
Endless bliss would be as meaningless as the lie |
That always comes as answer to the question |
«Why do we see through the eyes of creation?» |
Adrift without a course |
It’s very lonely here |
Our only conjecture |
What lies behind the dark |
Still, I find I can cling to a lifeline |
Think of a lifetime which means more than my own one |
Dreams of a grander thing than we are |
Time and Space hang heavy on my shoulders… |
When all life is over who can say |
No mutated force shall remain? |
Though the towers of the city are denied to we men of clay |
Still we know we shall scale the heights some day |
Frightened in the silence, frightened, but thinking very hard |
Let us make computations of the stars |
Older, wiser, sadder, blinder, watch us run: |
Faster, longer, harder, stronger, now it comes… |
Colour blisters, image splinters gravitate |
Towards the centre, in final splendour disintegrate |
The universe now beckons |
And Man, too, must take His place; |
Just a few last fleeting seconds |
To wander in the waste |
And the children who were ourselves move on |
Reincarnation stills its now perfected song |
And at last we are free of the bonds of creation |
All the jokers and gaolers, all the junkies and slavers too |
All the throng who have danced a merry tune… |
Human we can all be, but Humanity we must rise above |
In the name of all faith and hope and love |
There’s a time for all pilgrims, and a time for the fakers too |
There’s a time when we all will stand alone and nude |
Naked to the galaxies… naked, but clothed in the overview: |
As we reach Childhood’s End we must start anew |
And though dark is the highway |
And the peak’s distance breaks my heart |
For I never shall see it, still I play my part |
Believing that what waits for us |
Is the cosmos compared to the dust of the past |
In the death of mere Humans Life shall start! |