Текст песни Peter Hammill - Dropping The Torch

We play games and every move
is noted down as a subsequent cause
and effectively chains our freedom and will to live:
we settle in to simple survival,
hanging on our pleasures grimly
we must never let them go

Our prison walls are slowly built,
stone by stone and day by day
no provision for escape,
entombed alive in safety
and decay

Time sets around us in killing frames,
black border round our names
Our fingers lose their grip
and the torch slips

The enemy for everyone
is everyone, inside -
I feel the hand of security
creep on me with ice-cold fingers
and crush my flower of freedom;
I've lost the course of my adventure,
all things I'm meant to do are lost

There is only one flame each
to keep alive in the wind
but finally we snuff them out
all by ourselves

We set traps and, in the end,
fall into our own snares
and have nowhere to go

Time ever moves more slowly:
life gets more lonely
and less real