Hanging In The Gallery feat. John Mealing,John Lumley-Savile

歌詞

Cousins Is it the painter or the picture hanging in the gallery ? Admired by countless thousands who attempt to read the secrets Of his vision of his very soul. Is it the painter or the picture hanging in the gallery ? Or is it but a still life of his own interpretation Of the way that God had made us in the image of His eye ? Is it the sculptor or the sculpture standing in the gallery ? Touched by fleeting strangers who desire to feel the strength of hands That realised a form of life. Is it the sculptor or the sculpture standing in the gallery ? Or is it but the tenderness with which his hands were guided To discard the unessentials and reveal the perfect truth ? Is it the actor or the drama playing to the gallery ? Heard in every corner of the theatre of cruelty That masks the humour in his speech. Is it the actor or the drama playing to the gallery ? Or is it but the character of any single member of the audience That forms the plot of each and every play ? Is it the singer or his likeness hanging in the gallery ? Tongue black, still and swollen, his eyes staring from their sockets He is silent now, will sing no more. Is it the singer or his likeness hanging in the gallery ? Or is it but his conscience, insecurity and loneliness When destiny becomes at last the cause of his demise ?