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
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
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Inklings, darling, inklings of the darkening times
Are running through the runes she's redesigned
Inklings, darling, dark inklings
Are arcing in the space behind her eyes
He likes this town
The air is clear, the crime discreet
And he could fit in here a treat
Someday
He likes this place
The streets well swept, the slates all clean
He'll fit in with a fresh routine
Someday
He'd buy a suit
He'd clip his nails and comb his hair
He'll fit in here for sure, he swears
Someday
He likes this town
The air is clear, the crime discreet
And he could fit in here a treat
Someday
And there it was, he'd met his match
Caught in distraction as she snatched
The keepsake from his hand and she's away
And the Piper Smile's beginning to erase identity
And the Piper Smile says she's not really here
And nor is he