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