a sort of hope

allow no signal to reach honest ground
you fear no power moving on land or sea
but always in the distance is the sound
allow no signal to reach honest ground

you are not sure just what it is was found
by one who saw the thing you would not see
allow no signal to reach honest ground
you fear no power moving on land or sea

all that we know is what might come to be
if we permit a message to get through
the ones who know are swiftest now to flee
all that we know is what might come to be

nothing we do will let any agree
just what should be allowed in common view
all that we know is what might come to be
if we permit a message to get through

there's frost outside where yesterday was dew
almost it seems that we have journeyed far
since everything we see has turned out new
there's frost outside where yesterday was dew

we look above for any sign of blue
but all the clouds form a steady grey bar
since everything we see has turned out new
there's frost outside where yesterday was dew

what has been made we would not deign to mar
the things we see are set out very plain
and nothing that we understand's bizarre
what has been made we would not deign to mar

we wait to see the first revealing star
appear to occupy its true domain
what has been made we would not deign to mar
the things we see are set out very plain

the truth we seek rejects all vulgar gain
as being just another sort of game
we wait so long for the redeeming rain
the truth we seek rejects all vulgar gain

all that is known resolves itself amain
into an entity that's not so tame
the truth we seek resolves all vulgar gain
as being just another sort of game

we do not put out the amazing flame
that will illuminate far past our bound
each gives the new experience a
name we do not put out the amazing flame

there is no reason ever to post blame
when honour is the tune that must resound
we do not put out the amazing flame
that will illuminate far past our bound