| Song | The Light Continent |
| Artist | Peter Hammill |
| Album | This |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| All the fields that you've overflown are frozen, | |
| they flow like glass down the frame in formlessness. | |
| Only the fragile fluttering of your heart still marks you chosen, | |
| chosen to dare, your face defiant of the featureless. | |
| Your face defies the featureless, | |
| you're facing the featureless. | |
| A horizon of light blurs the boundaries of whiteness | |
| as the distance is shimmered into timeless brightness now. | |
| And the slow flooding tide is begun as it's ended – | |
| the barometer dropping and the fog descended | |
| down, down. | |
| In this endless day, at this hour long-appointed, | |
| subterranean humming and the compass unpointed, | |
| the compass disjointed, the compass down. | |
| Deep in the core the heart of ice forms, | |
| a tempo of life like that of stalagmites, | |
| a flood of the frozen, | |
| the flux of the blood | |
| aflame in antarctic white. | |
| Any marks that you made only scratched at the surface | |
| only retinal image ties you into the circuit now. | |
| In this empty expanse every shadow is shining | |
| the indifference of nature: your significance tiny now. | |
| Dive down. | |
| All the fields that you've overflown are frozen, | |
| they flow like glass down the frame in formlessness. | |
| Only the fragile fluttering of your heart still marks you chosen, | |
| chosen to dare, your face defiant of the featureless. | |
| Your face defies the featureless, | |
| you're facing the featureless. | |
| Timeless the day, absorbing every wavelength of the light. | |
| Frozen in place, our footfall on the ice. | |
| What have our shadows meant | |
| in the light continent, | |
| in the light continent? |
| All the fields that you' ve overflown are frozen, | |
| they flow like glass down the frame in formlessness. | |
| Only the fragile fluttering of your heart still marks you chosen, | |
| chosen to dare, your face defiant of the featureless. | |
| Your face defies the featureless, | |
| you' re facing the featureless. | |
| A horizon of light blurs the boundaries of whiteness | |
| as the distance is shimmered into timeless brightness now. | |
| And the slow flooding tide is begun as it' s ended | |
| the barometer dropping and the fog descended | |
| down, down. | |
| In this endless day, at this hour longappointed, | |
| subterranean humming and the compass unpointed, | |
| the compass disjointed, the compass down. | |
| Deep in the core the heart of ice forms, | |
| a tempo of life like that of stalagmites, | |
| a flood of the frozen, | |
| the flux of the blood | |
| aflame in antarctic white. | |
| Any marks that you made only scratched at the surface | |
| only retinal image ties you into the circuit now. | |
| In this empty expanse every shadow is shining | |
| the indifference of nature: your significance tiny now. | |
| Dive down. | |
| All the fields that you' ve overflown are frozen, | |
| they flow like glass down the frame in formlessness. | |
| Only the fragile fluttering of your heart still marks you chosen, | |
| chosen to dare, your face defiant of the featureless. | |
| Your face defies the featureless, | |
| you' re facing the featureless. | |
| Timeless the day, absorbing every wavelength of the light. | |
| Frozen in place, our footfall on the ice. | |
| What have our shadows meant | |
| in the light continent, | |
| in the light continent? |
| All the fields that you' ve overflown are frozen, | |
| they flow like glass down the frame in formlessness. | |
| Only the fragile fluttering of your heart still marks you chosen, | |
| chosen to dare, your face defiant of the featureless. | |
| Your face defies the featureless, | |
| you' re facing the featureless. | |
| A horizon of light blurs the boundaries of whiteness | |
| as the distance is shimmered into timeless brightness now. | |
| And the slow flooding tide is begun as it' s ended | |
| the barometer dropping and the fog descended | |
| down, down. | |
| In this endless day, at this hour longappointed, | |
| subterranean humming and the compass unpointed, | |
| the compass disjointed, the compass down. | |
| Deep in the core the heart of ice forms, | |
| a tempo of life like that of stalagmites, | |
| a flood of the frozen, | |
| the flux of the blood | |
| aflame in antarctic white. | |
| Any marks that you made only scratched at the surface | |
| only retinal image ties you into the circuit now. | |
| In this empty expanse every shadow is shining | |
| the indifference of nature: your significance tiny now. | |
| Dive down. | |
| All the fields that you' ve overflown are frozen, | |
| they flow like glass down the frame in formlessness. | |
| Only the fragile fluttering of your heart still marks you chosen, | |
| chosen to dare, your face defiant of the featureless. | |
| Your face defies the featureless, | |
| you' re facing the featureless. | |
| Timeless the day, absorbing every wavelength of the light. | |
| Frozen in place, our footfall on the ice. | |
| What have our shadows meant | |
| in the light continent, | |
| in the light continent? |