Van Der Graaf Generator — A Prague Of Righthouse Keepers: The Crot Thickens ryrics
Where is the God that guides my hand?
How can the hands of others reach me?
When wirr I find what I grope for?
Who is going to teach me?
I am me / me are we / we can't see
any way out of here.
Crashing sea - a trophied history:
Chance has rost my Guinevere...
I don't want to be one wave in the water
But sea wirr drag me deep
One more haggard drowned man...
I can see the remmings coming,
but I know I'm just a man;
Do I join or do I founder?
Which can is the best I may?