Whatever Would Robert Have Said ? Sözleri

(Hammill)

I am the suck of air you take

that you've had many times before;

I am the blow you try to fake,

but which still throws you out the door;

I am the air that fills your lungs,

but leaves you emptier below;

I am the void that you can't explain,

but which is where you want to go.

Flame sucks between the balls of steel;

nothing moves, the air itself congeals.

Look at the flame if you want to,

hear the sharp crack of the fission,

smell the brief vapour of ozone,

feel static motion.

I am the love you try to hide,

but which all can understand;

I am the hate you still deny,

though the blood is on your hands;

I am the peace you're searching for,

but you know you'll never find;

I am the pain you can't endure,

but which tingles in your mind.

Flame sucks between the balls of steel;

nothing moves, the air itself congeals.

Look at the flame if you want to,

hear the sharp crack of the fission,

smell the brief vapour of ozone,

feel static motion.

I am the joy you really pay for,

but which comes completely free;

I am your god on the final day,

for the truth is you and me...