( Jackson - Banton )
(Hammill) 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
( Hammill ) "Unreal, unreal" ghost helmsmen scream and fall in through the sky, Not breaking, through my seagull shrieks: no breaks until I die. The
( Hammill ) '"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
( Banton - Jackson )
( Hammill ) 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
( Jackson ) Oceans drifting sideways; I am pulled into the spell: I feel you around me - I know you well. Stars slice horizons where the lines stand
( Evans ) The maelstrom of my memory is a vampire and it feeds on me now staggering madly, over the brink I fall.
( Hammill ) No time now for contrition; the time for that's long past The walls are thin as tissue and if I talk I'll crack the glass So I only think
Continuing the story, humanity stumbles Gone is the glory, there's a far distant rumble The clouds have gathered and exploded now Axis shattered, there
( Hammill - Band ) Where is the god that guides my hand? How can the hands of others reach me? When will I find what I grope for? Who is going to teach
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'
( Hammill ) 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
(Hammill) Existence is a stage on which we pass, a sleepwalk trick for mind and heart: it's hopeless, I know, but onward I must go and try to make a
(Hammill) "Well what's the harm? It's good clean fun.... why don't you just go on and have another one? When there's hanky-panky in the boardroom,
He's a blind man, crouching by the pavement He's only seeing with his third eye And clutching at astral shadows of every passer-by He's a wise man, trumping
Day dawns dark, it now numbers infinity. Life crawls from the past, watching in wonder I trace its patterns in me. Tomorrow's tomorrow is birth again.
(Vanblow) I wish that you would set me free forever but the rings on my arms are too deeply burned.....
