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 when language corrodes
All our faculties falter and blur
Nobody knows how our tongues got so swollen and furred
What truths are there left to be told
When we're all lost for words?