Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
And if language explodes
In our faces like shrapnel
All self-defence is blown away
In the end this reasoning's sound:
How can we be found
If we're lost for words?
Oh, still in the search for the words...
I've said my piece
I'll take my leave now
Breathe not a word
Of my disarray
Ssh
All of the words have flown away...