Into the Hinterland Songtext
von Gramsci

I hear the ticking of the clock
Beat out the little lives of men
Words can only half reveal
And half conceal the soul within
One thought leaps into the next
Until it finds a voice in speech
And drowns the chambers of the heart
With all that Love can ever teach
We pause: the time is now at hand
We enter into the Hinterland


Upon the threshold of a thought
That is the test, this is the place
He that′s made is made to die
And loss is common to the race
In a circle hand-in-hand
Subtle thoughts and curious fears
Sacred be the flesh and blood
That shares the truths we all can feel
We pause: the time is now at hand
We enter into the Hinterland

The ever-flowing homeless sea
Into these undiscovered lands
Moves by rivers and by streams
The dust of continents to be
We are more than we can see
And other than the things we touch
More than pale identity
Nothing really matters much
We pause: the time is now at hand
We enter into the Hinterland