| Song | Now More Than Ever |
| Artist | Peter Hammill |
| Album | Patience |
| Between coma and consciousness no hard and fast line, | |
| no chance to vote on the motioning eye. | |
| A mystical vision or a fall from grace, | |
| the chase in slow motion through alien space? | |
| I don't know what to make of the dream-time: | |
| it seems as though I'm me, but I'm | |
| now more than ever happening inside myself – | |
| I don't know whether I need anything else. | |
| Stored information or secretive clue, | |
| so much will fit the design... | |
| one field of life where free will won't cut through: | |
| the dream and the unconscious eye, | |
| in real time. | |
| We surf between waking and the breakers of sleep | |
| the unconscious ocean, still waters run deep. | |
| We lay down all logic, all sense of control, | |
| suspend disbelief in the window of souls. | |
| I don't know what to make of the dream-time: | |
| it seems as though I'm me, but I'm | |
| now more than ever happening only in thought... | |
| I don't know whether any sense is caught. | |
| Stored information or secretive clue, | |
| so much will fit the design... | |
| one field of life where free will won't cut through: | |
| the dream disappears in the light. | |
| In the laboratory they're waking me up: | |
| the dream's on the lips but they smash the cup. | |
| A psycho-experiment, and there is no doubt – | |
| the dream's an experience I go crazy without... | |
| I don't know what to make of the dream-time: | |
| it seems as though I'm me, but I'm | |
| now more than ever happening inside my head... | |
| is this a forever with the ego dead? | |
| Stored information or secretive clue, | |
| so much will fit the design... | |
| one field of life where free will won't cut through: | |
| the dream and the unconscious eye. | |
| In real time | |
| it's now more than ever. |
| Between coma and consciousness no hard and fast line, | |
| no chance to vote on the motioning eye. | |
| A mystical vision or a fall from grace, | |
| the chase in slow motion through alien space? | |
| I don' t know what to make of the dreamtime: | |
| it seems as though I' m me, but I' m | |
| now more than ever happening inside myself | |
| I don' t know whether I need anything else. | |
| Stored information or secretive clue, | |
| so much will fit the design... | |
| one field of life where free will won' t cut through: | |
| the dream and the unconscious eye, | |
| in real time. | |
| We surf between waking and the breakers of sleep | |
| the unconscious ocean, still waters run deep. | |
| We lay down all logic, all sense of control, | |
| suspend disbelief in the window of souls. | |
| I don' t know what to make of the dreamtime: | |
| it seems as though I' m me, but I' m | |
| now more than ever happening only in thought... | |
| I don' t know whether any sense is caught. | |
| Stored information or secretive clue, | |
| so much will fit the design... | |
| one field of life where free will won' t cut through: | |
| the dream disappears in the light. | |
| In the laboratory they' re waking me up: | |
| the dream' s on the lips but they smash the cup. | |
| A psychoexperiment, and there is no doubt | |
| the dream' s an experience I go crazy without... | |
| I don' t know what to make of the dreamtime: | |
| it seems as though I' m me, but I' m | |
| now more than ever happening inside my head... | |
| is this a forever with the ego dead? | |
| Stored information or secretive clue, | |
| so much will fit the design... | |
| one field of life where free will won' t cut through: | |
| the dream and the unconscious eye. | |
| In real time | |
| it' s now more than ever. |