Luyện nghe bài hát Childlike Faith In Childhood's End

(Hammill)

Existence is a on which we pass,
a sleepwalk trick for mind and
hopeless, I know,
but I must go
and try to a start
at something more than day-to-day
survival by final death.
If I this the sum
of the to which we've come
I waste my breath.
Somehow, must be more.
was a time when more was felt than
known,
but now, inside my sett,
in light more mundane, thought round
my
we live, we die...and

In the beginning there was order and
but now that has reached the border, and
on our
is no way to face the future, it be.
Though the forces hold us in place
last through eons in unruffled
we, too, the face of creation.

As anti-matter sucks and periodically
the bud unfolds, the is dead, all space
is history.
It seems as though time must us, yet
alive
and I see no God to save us yet we

through the centuries of
don't get us very far.
All illusion! All is
we yet know what we are...
laughing, hoping, praying, joking, Son of Man!
With lowered eyes but lifting hearts,
grains of
and though, in time, the sea may us for
its own
we are the rocks which root the - on us
it grows!

We might not be there to it
if eternity's a
but I think that I can it
if the life is the best.
Even if is a heaven when we die
bliss would be as meaningless as the lie
that always as answer to the question
"Why do we see through the of creation?"

Adrift without a course, it's lonely here,
our only conjecture what behind the dark.
Still, I I can cling to a lifeline,
think of a lifetime which more
my own one-
dreams of a thing than we are.
Time and Space hang on my shoulders:
when all is over who can say
no mutated force shall
the towers of the city are denied to we
men of
still we know we scale the heights some
day.
Frightened in the
frightened, but very hard,
let us computations of the stars.

Older, wiser, sadder, blinder, watch us
faster, longer, harder, stronger, now it
colour blisters, image gravitate
towards the centre, in final
disintegrate.
The now beckons
and Man, too, take His place...
just a few last seconds
to wander in the
and the children who were move on
reincarnation stills its now perfected
and at last we are free of the of creation.

All the jokers and gaolers, all the and
too,
all the who have danced a merry tune-
we can all be,
but we must rise above,
in the name of all faith and and love.
There's a time for all pilgrims, and a for
the too,
there's a time we all will stand alone and

naked to the
naked, but in the overview...
as we reach Childhood's End we anew.

And dark is the highway
and the peak's distance my heart,
for I shall see it, still I play my part,
believing that what for us
is the cosmos to the dust of the
past...
in the death of mere Human shall start