Red Shift - Peter Hammill

Once, all the stars in the sky were bright

Now they’re red and fading

And all the colours we wore, the shades that we bore

Have moved

And the gold turns to red with no time for changes

Red Shift, all moving away from we

Once, constellations were holy, now darkness

Pervades all the older ones

And in the brunt of implosion, all yesterday’s golden

Now reddened suns

And hope is a word with no space for blame in

Red Shift, displaced now in time and relativity

Red Shift, all moving away from we

So here I am, though I might well be with me

I’m falling down deep to the rim of the wheel

Is it sham?

Does the world have a meaning?

The more that we know, the greater confusion grows:

Stars are like atoms, and atoms are patterns

And probably in the end

Maybe its all been a dream …

Time locked in negative matter

All theories shatter beneath the weight

Happy is the man who believes that the world

Is a dream and all reason, fate

And time moves on with no time

The eye moves on with no rhyme

And I’m a song in the depth of the galaxies

Red Shift is taking away my sanity

Red Shift, all moving away from we …