Peter Hammill
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Once, all the stars in the sky were bright,
now they're red and fading
and all the colours we wore, the shades that we bore
have moved.
And the gold turns to red with no time for changes :
Red Shift, all moving away from we.
Once, constellations were holy, now darkness pervades
all the older ones
and in the brunt of implosion, all yesterday's golden
now reddened suns ....
and hope is a word with no space for blame in ---
Red Shift, displaced now in time and relativity;
Red Shift, all moving away from we.
So here I am, though I might well be with me :
I'm falling down deep to the rim of the wheel.
Is it sham?
Does the world have a meaning?
The more that we know , the greater confusion grows :
stars are like atoms, and atoms are patterns
and probably in the end :
'Maybe its all been a dream ....'
Time locked in negative matter, all theories shatter
beneath the weight.
Happy is the man who believes that the world
is a dream and all reason, fate.
Time moves on with no time;
the eye moves on with no rhyme,
and I'm a song in the depth of the galaxies ---
Red Shift is taking away my sanity;
Red Shift, all moving away from we ....


Mirror lyrics:

Red Shift, all moving away from we ....
Red Shift is taking away my sanity;
and I'm a song in the depth of the galaxies ---
the eye moves on with no rhyme,
Time moves on with no time;
is a dream and all reason, fate.
Happy is the man who believes that the world
beneath the weight.
Time locked in negative matter, all theories shatter
'Maybe its all been a dream ....'
and probably in the end :
stars are like atoms, and atoms are patterns
The more that we know , the greater confusion grows :
Does the world have a meaning?
Is it sham?
I'm falling down deep to the rim of the wheel.
So here I am, though I might well be with me :
Red Shift, all moving away from we.
Red Shift, displaced now in time and relativity;
and hope is a word with no space for blame in ---
now reddened suns ....
and in the brunt of implosion, all yesterday's golden
all the older ones
Once, constellations were holy, now darkness pervades
Red Shift, all moving away from we.
And the gold turns to red with no time for changes :
have moved.
and all the colours we wore, the shades that we bore
now they're red and fading
Once, all the stars in the sky were bright,


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