| Lyrics: | Here at the glass - all the usual problems
all the habitual farce.
You ask, in uncertain
voice, what you should do
as if there were a choice
but to carry on miming the
song
and hope that it all works out right.
Tonight it all seems so strange - my spirit
feels rigid,
me body deranged;
still that's only from one point of view
and we can't
have illusion between me and you,
my constant friend, ever close at hand -
you and the
undercover man.
I reflect: 'It's very strange to be going through this change
with no
idea of what it's all been about
except in the context of time...
Oh, but I shirk it,
I've half a mind not to work it all out.
Is this madness just the recurring wave of total
emotion,
or a hide for the undercover man,
or a litany - all the signs are there of
fervent devotion -
or the cracking of the dam?
It's cracked; smashed and bursting
over you,
there was no reason to expect such disaster.
Now, panicking, you burst for
air,
drowning you know you care
for nothing and no-one but yourself
and would deny
even this hand which stretches out towards you to help.
But would I leave you in this moment of
your trial?
Is it my fault that I'm here to see you crying?
These phantom figures all
around you should have told you,
you should have found out by now,
if you hadn't gone and
tried to do it all by yourself.
Even now we are not lost; if you look out at the
night
you'll see the colours and the lights seem to say
people are not far away, at least
in distance,
and it's only our own dumb resistance
that's making us stay.
When the
madness comes, let it flood on down and over me sweetly,
let it drown the parts of me weak and
blessed and damned,
let it slake my life, let it take my soul and living completely,
let
it be who I am.
There may not be time for us all to run in tandem together -
the
horizon calls with its parallel lines.
It may not be right for you to have and hold in one way
forever
any yet you still have time,
you still have time |
