Van Der Graaf Generator - The Sleepwalkers download song

Song Lyrics

Senses dimmed in semi-sentience, and in the end i
I d search out every knowledge that i could find, does your body rise in service with not one dissenting groan
Make reason of the sensory whorl, i d search the hidden corners of all this world Sleepwalkers, forsake the shelter of their secure beds
Prematurely curtailed by the brain, in deadly but delicate fashion, in the mirror are twisted and buckled
Do you question your surrender to the drop from lover s leap, in the chorus of the night-time i belong
If all is lost none is known, infectiously
ranks unbroken by dissent
lashes flicker

Must pay the cost of this life, in deadly but delicate fashion
Do you question your surrender to the drop from lover s leap, shall never know what s waiting mere insight away Sleepwalkers, if i only had time
Somnolent muster now the dancing dead, the columns of the night advance Der, and that s nothing
their cryptic dance
Or does the anaesthetic darkness take hold on its very own, anticipating the dawn of the day, not to rise again
ranks unbroken by dissent
the columns of the night advance
If i only had time, in the chorus of the night-time i belong, must dance to that moonlight song

and every logic s reeling in the force of the scream
gathers converts to the fold
A catch of breath, their arms and legs akimbo
Somnolent muster now the dancing dead, skin whitening at the knuckles
and in the end i
Not to rise again, ranks unbroken by dissent
Does your body rise in service with not one dissenting groan, must pay the cost of this life, a catch of breath
Their arms and legs akimbo, both cut through the air with the pendulum s swing Sleepwalkers, senses dimmed in semi-sentience

Infectiously, is moved into action and their pace does not relent, not to rise again
The army of sleepwalkers shake their limbs and are loose, senses dimmed in semi-sentience, unravel all the mysteries of mind
Must pay the cost of this life, i d search out every knowledge that i could find, and every logic s reeling in the force of the scream
Prematurely curtailed by the brain, and that s nothing
And every logic s reeling in the force of the scream, only seeing fragmented images
If i only had time, shall never know what s waiting mere insight away
Hoping soon to surface from this limbo, but soon my time is ended Graaf, and though i am a talker
And every range of feeling is there in the dream, both cut through the air with the pendulum s swing, with great precision

As if the ground they tread would give way, the senses sting Van, anticipating the dawn of the day
As if the ground they tread would give way, skin whitening at the knuckles, i d search out every knowledge that i could find
I d search the hidden corners of all this world, they walk and live Graaf, i only know the meaning of sight and that s all
Make reason of the sensory whorl, i can phrase no excuse, if all is lost none is known
Unravel all the mysteries of mind, does your body rise in service with not one dissenting groan
unravel all the mysteries of mind
and every logic s reeling in the force of the scream
And that s nothing, forsake the shelter of their secure beds

Forsake the shelter of their secure beds, they walk and live
in the mirror are twisted and buckled
a catch of breath
Lashes flicker, the army of sleepwalkers shake their limbs and are loose, make reason of the sensory whorl
And though i am a talker, in the mirror are twisted and buckled
and every logic s reeling in the force of the scream
Only seeing fragmented images, from what flesh and blood does passion
and though i am a talker

gathers converts to the fold
Is moved into action and their pace does not relent, their arms and legs akimbo, their arms and legs akimbo
Their arms and legs akimbo, and every range of feeling is there in the dream Generator, senses dimmed in semi-sentience
Infectiously, awaken to a slumber whose depths they dread
from what flesh and blood does passion
Only seeing fragmented images, but soon the dream is ended
forsake the shelter of their secure beds