Текст песни Van Der Graaf Generator - Childlike Faith In Childhood`s End
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(Hammill)Existence is a stage on which we pass,a sleepwalk trick for mind and heart:it`s hopeless, I know,but onward I must goand try to make a startat seeing something more than day-to-daysurvival chased by final death.If I believed this the sumof the life to which we`ve comeI wouldn`t waste my breath.Somehow, there must be more.There was a time when more was felt thanknown,but now, entrenched inside my sett,in light more mundane, thought rattles roundmy brain:we live, we die...and yet?In the beginning there was order and destinybut now that path has reached the border, andon our kneesis no way to face the future, whatever it be.Though the forces which hold us in placelast through eons in unruffled gracewe, too, wear the face of creation.As anti-matter sucks and pulses periodicallythe bud unfolds, the bloom is dead, all spaceis living history.It seems as though time must betray us, yetwe`re aliveand though I see no God to save us still wesurvivethrough the centuries of progresswhich don`t get us very far.All illusion! All is bogus-we don`t yet know what we are...laughing, hoping, praying, joking, Son of Man!With lowered eyes but lifting hearts, we`regrains of sandand though, in time, the sea may claim us forits ownwe are the rocks which root the future - on usit grows!We might not be there to share itif eternity`s a jestbut I think that I can bear itif the next life is the best.Even if there is a heaven when we dieendless bliss would be as meaningless as the liethat always comes as answer to the question"Why do we see through the eyes of creation?"Adrift without a course, it`s very lonely here,our only conjecture what lies behind the dark.Still, I find I can cling to a lifeline,think of a lifetime which means morethan my own one-dreams of a grander thing than we are.Time and Space hang heavy on my shoulders:when all life is over who can sayno mutated force shall remain?Though the towers of the city are denied to wemen of claystill we know we shall scale the heights someday.Frightened in the silence-frightened, but thinking very hard,let us make computations of the stars.Older, wiser, sadder, blinder, watch us run;faster, longer, harder, stronger, now it comes:colour blisters, image splinters gravitatetowards the centre, in final splendourdisintegrate.The universe now beckonsand Man, too, must take His place...just a few last fleeting secondsto wander in the wasteand the children who were ourselves move onreincarnation stills its now perfected songand at last we are free of the bonds of creation.All the jokers and gaolers, all the junkies andslavers too,all the throng who have danced a merry tune-human we can all be,but Humanity we must rise above,in the name of all faith and hope and love.There`s a time for all pilgrims, and a time forthe fakers too,there`s a time when we all will stand alone andnude;naked to the galaxies-naked, but clothed in the overview...as we reach Childhood`s End we must start anew.And though dark is the highwayand the peak`s distance breaks my heart,for I never shall see it, still I play my part,believing that what waits for usis the cosmos compared to the dust of thepast...in the death of mere humans life shall start!