[00:00.000] 作曲 : John Richardson/Elliot Sansom/Shaun Sykes/George Kosmas/Steve Merry
[00:18.704]As his hands threw the net
[00:20.715]His mind drifted away
[00:24.204]Fragments of voices, faces, words
[00:27.956]Yet each, having passed, was like a dream
[00:30.956]
[01:15.957]Leaving echoes that brought others to life
[01:23.711]A churning current carried him along
[01:29.704]And barely noticing them writhe
[01:35.455]The man pulled the fish out one by one
[01:41.707]
[01:44.963]In the mountain's shade his shins grew numb
[01:50.457]As stung fingers drew the final net
[01:55.954]Within the lake, he heard a hum
[02:02.218]And saw colors dance beyond the shoals
[02:11.933]
[02:41.170]Its form seemed without boundary
[02:44.184]Its message without words
[02:47.169]Yet it whispered of his glory
[02:50.427]And endless joys to hold
[02:52.432]
[02:53.669]If only you could reach me
[02:56.677]The others would admire
[02:59.928]If only you could grasp me
[03:02.932]The struggle would expire
[03:06.172]
[03:20.423]Without heed without a doubt
[03:23.673]He slogged into the lake's expanse
[03:27.934]Resisting as he waded out
[03:34.420]The water grew around him
[03:37.926]
[04:04.182]But all those steps would lead to nowhere
[04:08.669]His motion masked futility
[04:13.426]For all the effort he could bear
[04:19.928]That thing would come no closer
[04:26.177]His motion masked futility
[04:32.432]For all the effort he could bear
[04:37.434]
[04:54.669]Its form seemed without boundary
[04:56.920]Its message without words
[04:59.673]Yet it whispered of his glory
[05:02.169]And endless joys to hold
[05:04.182]
[05:19.675]The zeal drained into regret
[05:25.670]Had he been down this path before?
[05:45.681]Each time, it seemed, he would forget
[05:52.426]That it would never resolve
[05:57.673]
[05:58.923]So, giving up, he turned away
[06:02.670]But once again would find
[06:05.421]That each and every move he made
[06:08.929]Would simply bind him tighter
[06:14.926]
[06:32.175]But all those steps would lead to nowhere
[06:36.173]His motion masked futility
[06:41.169]For all the effort he could bear
[06:47.429]That thing would come no closer
[06:53.926]For all the effort he could bear
[07:01.682]
[07:39.670]Recursion without resolution
[07:42.184]Purpose to justify itself
[07:45.419]Boundless striving, fear and passion
[07:48.420]To end in nothing, as it started
[07:50.431]
[07:52.185]Perception collapsed around the shore
[07:58.179]Where he could not believe
[08:04.431]A fisherman, once lost in thought
[08:10.670]Was staring back, and through, him
[08:14.670]
[08:17.929]And as the man came ever nearer
[08:20.179]Both entangled one aware
[08:23.673]He mouthed a warning none could hear
[08:26.431]And sank into the silt
[08:44.932]END

作曲 : John Richardson/Elliot Sansom/Shaun Sykes/George Kosmas/Steve Merry
As his hands threw the net
His mind drifted away
Fragments of voices, faces, words
Yet each, having passed, was like a dream
Leaving echoes that brought others to life
A churning current carried him along
And barely noticing them writhe
The man pulled the fish out one by one
In the mountain's shade his shins grew numb
As stung fingers drew the final net
Within the lake, he heard a hum
And saw colors dance beyond the shoals
Its form seemed without boundary
Its message without words
Yet it whispered of his glory
And endless joys to hold
If only you could reach me
The others would admire
If only you could grasp me
The struggle would expire
Without heed without a doubt
He slogged into the lake's expanse
Resisting as he waded out
The water grew around him
But all those steps would lead to nowhere
His motion masked futility
For all the effort he could bear
That thing would come no closer
His motion masked futility
For all the effort he could bear
Its form seemed without boundary
Its message without words
Yet it whispered of his glory
And endless joys to hold
The zeal drained into regret
Had he been down this path before?
Each time, it seemed, he would forget
That it would never resolve
So, giving up, he turned away
But once again would find
That each and every move he made
Would simply bind him tighter
But all those steps would lead to nowhere
His motion masked futility
For all the effort he could bear
That thing would come no closer
For all the effort he could bear
Recursion without resolution
Purpose to justify itself
Boundless striving, fear and passion
To end in nothing, as it started
Perception collapsed around the shore
Where he could not believe
A fisherman, once lost in thought
Was staring back, and through, him
And as the man came ever nearer
Both entangled one aware
He mouthed a warning none could hear
And sank into the silt
END