The Keep

Like the whispers of the final words [?] of a loved one's heart Or the breeze that brushes weathered shapes In the tails of cuts out in the sun Just the constant ever-present turn Of the curvature that we stand upon Or the temper [?] of the hairdryers That drone along in tune with the universe All I hear are the clanging [?] Of the carnivores caught on the [?] And the rumble of thе supertankers All blowing out [?] distant leaguеs In the rusty hollow [?] tangled [?] that hang in the abattoir Hear its lonely voice, it cries for the future Now, for a future of any kind I feel for your fingers in the dark But I can't see the path that lies ahead I point a battery-powered torch But it disappears into the void I feel for your fingers in the dark But I can't see the path that lies ahead I point a battery-powered torch But it's shining into darkness The keeper in me, the keeper in you Will keep persevering until we get through To all the light that [?] the door The keeper in me, the keeper in you Will keep persevering until we get through To all the light that [?] the door The keeper in me, the keeper in you Will keep persevering until we get through To all the light that [?] the door