Traintime — текст песни (hammill peter)

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!