Darkness (11/11) (BBC Top Gear Session) - Van Der Graaf Generator

Day dawns dark, it now numbers infinity

Life crawls from the past, watching in wonder

I trace its patterns in me

Tomorrow’s tomorrow is birth again

Boats burn the bridge in the fens;

The time of the past returns to my life

And uses it

Don’t blame me for the letters that may form in the sand;

Don’t look in my eyes, you may see all the numbers

That stretch in my sky and colour my hand

Don’t say that I’m wrong in imagining

That the voice of my life cannot sing

Fate enters and talks in old words:

They amuse it

Hands shine darkly and white;

Only in dark do they appear

Bless the baby born today

Flying in pitch, flying on fear

(Wicked little Scorpio, doomed to die a thousand times before he lives.)

They shine in my eyes and touch my face

Where I have seen them placed before;

Don’t blame me, please, for the fate that falls:

I did not choose it

I did not, no, no, I did not

I truly did not choose it