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They focused on the hill
a tower loomed in near space
other things seemed out of phase.
Sure, Jan and Tom had faith,
how persuasive an ideal.
Everything to everyone.
Waiting for the moment to come.
And every waking hour is the waiting thatâs done.
Writing, thinking and building of expectations
meetings weekends, melting of constellations.
And time is out of time and is turning.
Putting people into spaces
taking others out of time.
The savant wants for saving now.
Sheâs waiting for someone to run
and every waking hour is the waiting thatâs done.
Distant and distance, in a pivotal moment broken.
For now itâs done caring and is ready to
go on home.
And time is out of time. And is turning.
âSo sorry, does it matter anymore?â
Her movement, charged with wonder,
the wonder is sheâs there at all. âSo sorry.â
The tower looms unreal,
someone somewhere calling
running fast on empty words
to the edge of the known world.
Some may be afraid, maybe take the easy way
turn and face the rage.
So âsorryâ counts for nothing in the end.
No, it never really mattered
(but the meaning lies between the words.)
Hidden deep within words.
And time is out of timeâ¦and is lost.
- Álbum:
- Folklore
- Wassail
- English Electric (Part Two)
- English Electric Full Power
- Make Some Noise
- English Electric
- English Boy Wonders
- The Underfall Yard
- P5: Into the Lens
- English Electric, Part One
- Make Some Noise EP
- English Electric, Pt. One
- From Stone and Steel
- English Electric, Pt. Two
- Bard
- Goodbye to the Age of Steam
- The Infant Hercules
- Gathering Speed
- The Difference Machine
- Prog Spawn