Текст песни Peter Hammill - Traintime

Along the track the wires are humming
in bursts of code like far-off drums
Fathering the message:
further up the line
someone's shouting
down the passage of time
The corridor restrains the window,
no view without the eye within
bold upon the threshold
but holding on the line
we're shouting
down the passage of time
Relatives speak on the phone, on the train,
talking before they have thought to explain;
Voices pitched wildly on tracks in the night
can't pick the pace up -
Oh let there be light!
How light becomes the soul!
You know yourself the centre of attention,
You see yourself the locus of event
I'm sorry if it's painful quarrying the line,
stage centre, shouting down the passage of time
The corridor retains it's shadows,
it's secrets compartmentalised
damping down on ambience,
damp the teeth and grind,
shouting down the passage of time!
What's there to see or make clear?
What's there to know
when the voice is right here?
What's there to promise or vow?
What's to believe when the time is right now?
Relatives spoke on the phone, on the train,
talking before they had sought to retain;
Voices projected, spears in mid-flight,
frozen forever
Oh let there be light!