Here at the glass - all the usual problems All the habitual force 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 My 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 all over you There was no reason to expect such disaster Now, panicking, you burst for air drowning, you know your 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 light seem to say People are not far away, at least at 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 shake 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