C#sus4 C#m Along the track the wires are humming C#sus4 C#m In bursts of code like far-off drums D C#sus4 D C#sus4 Fathering a message Further up the line D C#sus4 Someone's shouting down the passage of time C#sus4 C#m The corridor restrains the window C#sus4 C# No view without the eye (I?) within D C#sus4 D C#sus4 Bold upon the threshold But holding on the line D C#sus4 Shouting down the passage of time
Bb A C# B Relatives speak on the phone on the train Ab Ab B Bbsus4 Talking before they have thought to explain Bb A C#m B Voices pitched wildly on tracks in the night Ab Ab B Bbsus4 Can't pick the pace up, oh let there be light Ab F# E How light becomes the soul C#sus4 C#m You know yourself the centre of attention C#sus4 C#m You know yourself the locus of event D C#sus4 D C#sus4 Sorry if it's painful Quarrying the lime, stage centre D C#sus4 Shouting down the passage of time C#sus4 C# The corridor retains its shadows its secrets compartmentalised damping down on ambience damp the teeth and grind shouting down the passage of time! Bb A C#m B What's there to see or make clear Ab Ab B Bbsus4 What's there to know when the voice is right here Bb A C#m B What's there to promise or vow Ab Ab B Bbsus4 What's to believe when the time is right now Bb A C#m B Relatives speak on the phone on the train Ab Ab B Bbsus4 Talking before they have thought to refrain Bb A C# B Voices projecting, spears in mid-flight Ab Ab B Bbsus4