| Song | Falling Open |
| Artist | Peter Hammill |
| Album | Everyone You Hold |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hammill | |
| I see | |
| what isn't there and what might be: | |
| all the pages falling open. | |
| Out of my grasp | |
| the future floods my fingers: | |
| the blood that binds the bone | |
| for us a given, unforgiving known. | |
| (All I've known unknowing) | |
| Although I'm stumbling onward on the words | |
| The script is always clasped | |
| within my hand, encrypted. | |
| (Now I see) | |
| A loosening grip, | |
| a palm asweat from clenching... | |
| the binding's ripped, leaves fluttering to the floor. | |
| The book slips through my fingers, | |
| all the pages falling open. |
| zuo ci : Hammill | |
| I see | |
| what isn' t there and what might be: | |
| all the pages falling open. | |
| Out of my grasp | |
| the future floods my fingers: | |
| the blood that binds the bone | |
| for us a given, unforgiving known. | |
| All I' ve known unknowing | |
| Although I' m stumbling onward on the words | |
| The script is always clasped | |
| within my hand, encrypted. | |
| Now I see | |
| A loosening grip, | |
| a palm asweat from clenching... | |
| the binding' s ripped, leaves fluttering to the floor. | |
| The book slips through my fingers, | |
| all the pages falling open. |
| zuò cí : Hammill | |
| I see | |
| what isn' t there and what might be: | |
| all the pages falling open. | |
| Out of my grasp | |
| the future floods my fingers: | |
| the blood that binds the bone | |
| for us a given, unforgiving known. | |
| All I' ve known unknowing | |
| Although I' m stumbling onward on the words | |
| The script is always clasped | |
| within my hand, encrypted. | |
| Now I see | |
| A loosening grip, | |
| a palm asweat from clenching... | |
| the binding' s ripped, leaves fluttering to the floor. | |
| The book slips through my fingers, | |
| all the pages falling open. |