| Song | From the Safe House |
| Artist | Peter Hammill |
| Album | Everyone You Hold |
| 作词 : Hammill | |
| This is not the final call, | |
| and this is not a ghostly guide | |
| and these are not the words for which we've waited; | |
| still we're glued to the headsets | |
| while the world's collapsed outside... | |
| is it all really over now? | |
| It doesn't matter if no-one else will hear. | |
| Now you can say what you want, all outspoken. | |
| Oh no, it doesn't matter, no-one can get near us now... | |
| so we can send in clear. | |
| The storm cloud's broken and the old rule's fallen down; | |
| the winds of history whip us naked. | |
| Nothing's familiar on the streets of the old town | |
| and chaos is the currency. | |
| It doesn't matter if no-one else can hear us now... | |
| It's time to send in clear, | |
| send in clear. | |
| (Here in the Safe House, | |
| fear in the Safe House.) | |
| No messages for coding, no sense in subterfuge... | |
| all hope's in flight, but here we are and here it's ending. | |
| Last secrets to be whispered and the dying of the light | |
| are all that we have left now. | |
| It doesn't matter if no-one else can hear, | |
| now we can say what we want, all is open. | |
| At last it doesn't matter, no-one can get near us now... | |
| It's time to send in clear. | |
| (Here in the Safe House... | |
| all clear.) | |
| And they're coming for you now, if you're ready or you're not | |
| and they're coming for you now – are you ready? | |
| No, you're not and they're here. |
| zuò cí : Hammill | |
| This is not the final call, | |
| and this is not a ghostly guide | |
| and these are not the words for which we' ve waited | |
| still we' re glued to the headsets | |
| while the world' s collapsed outside... | |
| is it all really over now? | |
| It doesn' t matter if noone else will hear. | |
| Now you can say what you want, all outspoken. | |
| Oh no, it doesn' t matter, noone can get near us now... | |
| so we can send in clear. | |
| The storm cloud' s broken and the old rule' s fallen down | |
| the winds of history whip us naked. | |
| Nothing' s familiar on the streets of the old town | |
| and chaos is the currency. | |
| It doesn' t matter if noone else can hear us now... | |
| It' s time to send in clear, | |
| send in clear. | |
| Here in the Safe House, | |
| fear in the Safe House. | |
| No messages for coding, no sense in subterfuge... | |
| all hope' s in flight, but here we are and here it' s ending. | |
| Last secrets to be whispered and the dying of the light | |
| are all that we have left now. | |
| It doesn' t matter if noone else can hear, | |
| now we can say what we want, all is open. | |
| At last it doesn' t matter, noone can get near us now... | |
| It' s time to send in clear. | |
| Here in the Safe House... | |
| all clear. | |
| And they' re coming for you now, if you' re ready or you' re not | |
| and they' re coming for you now are you ready? | |
| No, you' re not and they' re here. |