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? |