In The End
- Peter Hammill (1973)You are listening to the song In The End by Peter Hammill, writer by Peter Hammill in album Chameleon In The Shadow Of The Night. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
I promise you, I won't leave a clue:
No tell-tale remark, no print from my shoe
Still, a steady trail to the water's edge
I will keep my pledge to the end:
I intend to go free.
No more rushing around, no more travelling chess
I guess I'd better sit down, you know I do need the rest
Yes, it's time to resign with equanimity and placidity
From the game
I can't explain
I can't relate
Have I done it all too late?
Now is the time for the commission to report
Till lately, I thought I'd been planted
Trying hard to make it all come real
Permission to feel is ungranted
But now it's happening I'd like to keep it private if I can
Last words, last looks, make a final stand
Now my number's come up on the Pools
I guess i'll board the Titanic for a cruise.
Now is the time to make my status clear
Too late, I fear, and lonely
As friends and enemies traverse the stage
All in a rage disown me
And all the pit-props shatter into dust about my ears:
Memory and conscience, hope and fear
As I crawl out further on the limb
Something tells me I am crawling
In to unknown prophecies and lives
The rainbow's end is hemmed around with knives.
As I stand on the boards and the stage lights grow dim
Shall I go out of doors, or shall I maybe go in?
Have I reached the point when I should take my cue
And follow you and your signs?
I can't remember my lines
As the prompter cat-calls
And the cards all fall
In the strike.
All the pages are thin, all the corners are curled
Does the starshine fall in through my window on the world?
Or am I living out (the seeds of doubt) a chronicle of revenge?
The willow bends
As do my hands
Do you understand?
And will you still be my friend in the end?
When my mouth falls slack
And I can't summon up another tune
Shall I then look back and say
I did it all
Too soon?
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