Richard Dawson Man Has Been Struck Down By Hands Unseen
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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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
