Big Big Train - The First Rebreather LyricsIn a place where the river banks draw nearMen work a heading to the west.Where streams like giants' fingers closeFrom the hills to the emptiness beneath,To the depths of the mere.Morning light, midwinter sunUnderneath; the river song.In a place where the river banks draw closeMen break stone to make new ground.Light and air are hard down deep to findEngines work to hold the water backTo the edge of the mere.'Run boys run toward the light;The river's in, the tunnel's in';Here she comesThe sleeper wakes,Ten thousand yearsShe lay in wait for this.Every night their dreams were filledWith the fear of the river breaking in.But this was not a river god,This was something rising from the deep,From the depths of the mere.'Run boys run make for the light,Save yourselves, the tunnel's in.'Here he comesThe first rebreather,Like a mummer,Like a souler(Come to save them.)Rising up to the height of the riverAt flood tide.Engines fail, lost to the waterAs silence falls.This man will walk into darkness,One foot in front of the other,Into the unsounded depthsOf the heading;Into the fifth circle of hell,With no light to lead him home,Man is all alone at the end.This man will walk into darknessWithout fear of what lurks in the shadows.Watching the surface grow quite still,Waiting for hope at the ninth hour,Man all alone in the darkness.Here he comes: the first rebreather.