Dropping The Torch

	作词 : Hammill
	We play games and every move
	is noted down as a subsequent cause
	and effectively chains our freedom and will to live;
	we settle in to simple survival,
	hanging on our pleasures grimly...
	we must never let them go.
	Our prison walls are slowly built,
	stone by stone and day by day;
	no provision for escape,
	entombed alive in safety
	and decay.
	Time sets around us in killing frames,
	black border round our names.
	Our fingers lose their grip
	and the torch slips.
	The enemy for everyone
	is everyone, inside.
	I feel the hand of security
	creep on me with ice-cold fingers
	and crush my flower of freedom;
	I've lost the course of my adventure,
	all the things I'd meant to do are lost.
	There is only one flame each
	to keep alive in the wind.
	But finally we snuff them out
	all by ourselves.
	We set traps and, in the end,
	fall into our own snares
	and have nowhere to go.
	Time ever moves more slowly;
	life gets more lonely
	and less real.

	zuò cí : Hammill
	We play games and every move
	is noted down as a subsequent cause
	and effectively chains our freedom and will to live
	we settle in to simple survival,
	hanging on our pleasures grimly...
	we must never let them go.
	Our prison walls are slowly built,
	stone by stone and day by day
	no provision for escape,
	entombed alive in safety
	and decay.
	Time sets around us in killing frames,
	black border round our names.
	Our fingers lose their grip
	and the torch slips.
	The enemy for everyone
	is everyone, inside.
	I feel the hand of security
	creep on me with icecold fingers
	and crush my flower of freedom
	I' ve lost the course of my adventure,
	all the things I' d meant to do are lost.
	There is only one flame each
	to keep alive in the wind.
	But finally we snuff them out
	all by ourselves.
	We set traps and, in the end,
	fall into our own snares
	and have nowhere to go.
	Time ever moves more slowly
	life gets more lonely
	and less real.