I steal perfect dreams from you,
Blood on my hands, silent wake for a fool.
Morning comes, darkness fades into light.
A solemn prayer to the dreams of the night.
The look in your eyes, dark and void of the light.
The knife in my hand as I wait for the night.
Part 2, On the Run
We got the call at midnight.
The crime scene looked like something
out of a horror movie.
The killing had been vicious and cruel,
But he’d gotten careless this time.
We were getting closer.
Part 3, Evening
My soul condemned by the touch of your grave,
But time wears me down, it’s the fear that I crave.
The look in your eyes, dark and void of the light,
The knife in my hand as I welcome the night.
I walk down empty stairs in the dark,
Waiting alone, silent prayer in my heart.
I hear them now, laughter echoes down below,
As they walk towards the door,
I can feel excitement grow.
I look down at the knife in my hand.
I feel the need, I see the fear inside them now.
I look in her eyes, dark and void of the light,
There’s blood on my hands as I
Slip back into the night.
Part 4, Morning
The light of the day, the city alive,
But the hunger inside he knows will survive.
As with previous releases this is a solid album from start to finish which continues the storyline, themes and signatures perfectly.
'Enigma' and 'Another Same' are on par with or superior to many commercial offerings by established prog artists.
The Waters, Wilson and Hayward influences shine through once more but I also hear song writing very much in the style of Difford and Tilbrook, 'Trough of War' & 'Another Same' probably being the best examples.
These chaps are the real deal!
rex-the-younger
When you like your prog to be more beautiful and/or accessible than prog-proggy, than this is for you! Melodic as hell and yes, Peter Falconer is quite a singer! That wouldn't go half the way without the solid songs of Pat Sanders. A great combination of skills ;-) Carsten Pieper