Torpor Peter Hammill

Torpor rolls upon me in a fog
Settles like a sweat upon the skin
Hungers for the lungs to empty, breathe the darkness in

Heavily, the day hangs, on a thread
Loaded on my shoulders hour by hour
Each unfolding moment holds me deep down in its power

Torpor has us tight within its grasp
Studied in inaction day by day
Painted in a corner by the gifts we give away

I find it hard to breathe
I can't maintain the pace
Feels like I'm slowing irreversibly
And there's no knowing where this leads

For torpor has us tight within its coils
Strangled in inaction day by day
Painted in a corner, all adrift we slip away

Deceleration down to walking pace
Circling in search of a safe space
I find it hard to speak
The words remain unformed
Feels like I'm slowing imperceptibly
And there's no knowing where this ends
No, there's no knowing where this ends