Into a Game
Peter Hammill
I never thought it could come to this
As you sit there crying
Hanging on with your fingertips
To something that's already dead
Now we're into a game
And it's all a bit strange
Once on a time, we were sincere
Now, we're acting charades
Hiding behind cracked images
From other people's stages
Now, we're into a game
And it's all a bit strange
But familiar too...
The rules never change, I know it, but do you?
I've seen it all before
And this play no longer moves me
But the closing of a door
Is never easy