Man Has Been Struck Down By Hands Unseen - Richard Dawson

A grid of starlit blood

Forming in the cracks between the paving stones

Soaking through my shoes

Crawling up the walls of an invisible room

Man has been struck down by hands unseen

Hands unseen

Man has been struck down by hands unseen

Hands unseen

I was woken through the night

By a terrible sound i thought the moon had

Fallen down, fallen down

From its mooring

Every single building in the town was somehow changing shape

A sphere of stone or a ball of wood

Rolling down the high street into the sea, sea

The silence of the dead, a slow coagulation of the sky

Drowning out the light, thrown across the void by a spinning ball of fire

Man has been struck down by hands unseen

Hands unseen

Man has been struck down by hands unseen

Hands unseen

Magic bridge

Here i am, here i am

I am waiting

The trees have disappeared into a bank of fog

I cannot see my own two hands in front of me

Sweeping through the rushes of this waking dream

Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream