Peter Hammill - Falling Open lyrics

I see what isn't there and what might be: all the pages falling open. Out of my grasp the future floods my fingers: the blood that binds the bone for us a given, unforgiving known. (All I've known unknowing) Although I'm stumbling onward on the words The script is always clasped within my hand, encrypted. (Now I see) A loosening grip, a palm asweat from clenching... the binding's ripped, leaves fluttering to the floor. The book slips through my fingers, all the pages falling open.