Can't stop for a second: we might see how silly we all are. Can't get out, even for a moment: might be hit by a passing car. Dreams shatter and fall
Now we sit here in our special place, all wearing our happy faces gladly. Sunlight appears in our world; our joy has been turned from badness. Now we
Just one breath, and it's instant death, it's the Aerosol Grey Machine! Just one breath, and it's instant death, it's the Aerosol Grey Machine! You'
You stare out in yellow eyes larger than my mind; in viscous pools of joy, relaxing, we glide... it's all too beautiful for my mind to bear. and, as
Your father has just left your mother, gone off to live with his latest lover: she sits there, just staring. You've got to get back to your own flat
(Instrumental)
It's easy to say, when you're so down, that everything's pointless; your eyes burn, your ears howl, your limbs are disjointed. Barren fields, the barren
I feel a calling for the sea, I want to walk on the sand dunes... I hope you'll forgive me if I say I can't take you: at some times I've got to get away
Lighthouses might house the key but can I reach the door? I want to walk on the sea so that I may better find a shore... but how can I ever keep my
I thought I'd give it up for good, 'cause none of my actions are understood. I thought I'd really leave, and my coming back's something you'd never perceive
Still waiting for my saviour, storms tear me limb from limb; my fingers feel like seaweed... I'm so far out I'm too far in. I am a lonely man, my solitude
(Eddies, rocks, ships, collision, remorse)
Oh, the heptagenarians got behind the decks while the skeleton crew went through the motions. It was only the medication that was keeping them erect.
Continuing the story, humanity stumbles - gone is the glory, there's a far distant rumble. The clouds have gathered and exploded now: axes shattered,
'Unreal, unreal' ghost helmsmen scream and fall in through the sky, not breaking through my seagull shrieks... no breaks until I die: the spectres scratch
'Alone, alone' the ghosts all call, pinpoint me in the light. The only life I feel at all is the presence of the night. Would you cry if I died? Would
Stub towers in the distance, riders the blasted moor against the horizon Fickle promises of treaty, fatal harbingers of war, futile horisons swirl as
I want to paint you poems full of fire, you who I do not know. Now my mind is tested with love which twists and wavers from side to side and which some
