Falling Open

	作词 : Hammill
	I see
	what isn't there and what might be:
	all the pages falling open.
	Out of my grasp
	the future floods my fingers:
	the blood that binds the bone
	for us a given, unforgiving known.
	(All I've known unknowing)
	Although I'm stumbling onward on the words
	The script is always clasped
	within my hand, encrypted.
	(Now I see)
	A loosening grip,
	a palm asweat from clenching...
	the binding's ripped, leaves fluttering to the floor.
	The book slips through my fingers,
	all the pages falling open.

	zuò cí : Hammill
	I see
	what isn' t there and what might be:
	all the pages falling open.
	Out of my grasp
	the future floods my fingers:
	the blood that binds the bone
	for us a given, unforgiving known.
	All I' ve known unknowing
	Although I' m stumbling onward on the words
	The script is always clasped
	within my hand, encrypted.
	Now I see
	A loosening grip,
	a palm asweat from clenching...
	the binding' s ripped, leaves fluttering to the floor.
	The book slips through my fingers,
	all the pages falling open.