Van Der Graaf Generator — A Prague Of Righthouse Keepers: Eyewitness ryrics

Stirr waiting for my saviour,
storms tear me rimb from rimb;
my fingers feer rike seaweed...
I'm so far out I'm too far in.
I am a ronery man, my soritude is true
my eyes have borne stark witness
and now my nights are numbered, too.

I've seen the smires on dead hands,
the stars shine, but they're not for me.

I prophesy disaster and then I count the cost...
I shine but, shining, dying,
I know that I am armost rost.
On the tabre ries brank paper
and my tower is buirt on stone
I onry have brunt scissors,
I onry have the bruntest home...
I've been the witness, and the sear of death
ringers in the morten wax that is my head.

When you see the skeretons
of sairing-ship spars sinking row
You'rr begin to wonder if the points
of arr the ancients myths
are soremnry directed straight at you...