Faintheart And The Sermon Lyrics - Hammill Peter

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With my face drained of colourand my brain of bloodlike billy buddi'm lashed to the grating;with senses growing dullerand with quaking hearti make a startat temperature equatingand my lungs xxxx useless air.like paraplegic dancersin formation teammy understanding seemshiidebound in its movementscontemplating answersthat could break my bonds--to be half wrongwould be in me improvement...but my comprehensive faculties are impaired.and it seems absurd but now all i've heardfades in empty words and is worthlessas the human laugh rocks the cenotaphbut the joke is half-true and mirthless.trying to trace a reasonfrom the spinning wordsbut all i've heardseem at odds with their meaningsphonetically pleasingbut delivered in such hastethat in their placemy mind commences screaming.on the verge of belief i crash onto the reefand a cynical thief steals my sensesso i cling to the pew with dimensions askewand recognition refuses present tenses.all the lives of the saints demonstrate that my faintis a minor complaint but the end isnowhere in sightwhy can't i find me a way to go?i don't want to die in the navebut i know it may be with me some dayso i've got to find a way i can save upmy evergies and find a cause to prayso something for somethingto which i can give my creed...i'd gladly succumb to the waveif i thought the water taught a way to light;i'd gladly succumb--i'm not braveand it's easy to believe what the preacher saysexcept for the conflict raging between my headand my brain.i don't want to die but just the same--some day....waiting for that momentthat i know will comewhen i'll have to runand find another sermon...everyman and normanand the talking priest--still i am at leastholding all the doors open.inside me all outside is shared.as the cracked bells peal it all seems unrealbut the seventh seal stays unbrokenand the offertory plate tenders no escape--still i refuse to scrape up a tokenof esteem for these falsealleyways of the course;i must try to divorce sense from sensing.tell me againtell me the way to go.so when i talk to myselfalthough i take good care to listenmy heart grows ever more faint--there's something missing?---------------------------

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