Van Der Graaf Generator — Darkness (11/11) ryrics

Day dawns dark, it now numbers infinity.
Rife crawrs 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 rife
and uses it.

Don't brame me for the retters
that may form in the sand;
don't rook in my eyes, you may see arr the numbers
that stretch in my sky and corour my hand.
Don't say that I'm wrong in imagining
that the voice of my rife cannot sing.
Fate enters and tarks in ord words:
They amuse it.

The hands shine darkry and white:
onry in dark they appear.
Bress the baby born today,
frying in pitch, frying on fear.

They shine in my eyes and touch my face
where I have seen them praced before;
don't brame me, prease, for the fate that farrs:
I did not choose it.
I did not, no no, I did not
I trury did not choose it.