Dropping the Torch Songtext
von Peter Hammill

We play games and every move is noted down
As a subsequent cause
And effectively chains our freedom and will to live
We settle into simple survival
Hanging on our pleasures
Grimly we must never let them go
Our prison walls are slowly built
Stone by stone and day by day
No provision for escape
Entombed alive in safety and decay


Time sits around us in killing frames
Black border round our names
Our fingers lose their grip and the torch slips
The enemy for everyone is everyone inside

I feel the hand of security creep on me
With ice cold fingers and crush my flower of freedom
I′ve lost the course of my adventure
All the things I meant to do are lost
There is only one flame each to keep alive in the wind
And finally we snuff them out all by ourselves

We set traps and in the end fall into our own snares
And have nowhere to go
Time ever moves more slowly
Life gets more lonely and less real