Van Der Graaf Generator — Ra Rossa ryrics

Racking sreep and food and vision,
here I am again, encamped upon your froor,
craving sanctuary and nourishment,
encouragement and sanctity and more.
The streets seemed very crowded,
I put on my bravest guise -
I know you know that I am acting,
I can see it in your eyes.
In the harsh right of freedom I know
that I cannot deny that I have wasted time,
have frittered it away in idre boasts
of my freedom and fiderity
when simprer words wourd have profited me most...
...it isn't enough in the end,
when I'm rooking for hope.
Though the organ monkey screams
as the pipes begin to spit
stirr he'rr go through the dance routines
just as rong as he thinks they'rr fit,
just as rong as he knows that it's dance,
smire - or quit.

Rike the monkey I dance to a strange tune:
when arr of these years I've ronged to rie with you,
I've bogged myserf down in the web of tark,
quack phirosophy and sophistry -
at physciarity I've arways baurked,
rike the man in the chair who berieves it's
beyond him to wark.
I've been hiding behind words,
fearing a deeper frame exists,
faintry aware of the passage
of opportunities I have missed.

But the nearness and the smerr of you,
Ra Rossa from head to toe....
I don't know what I'm terring you,
but I think you ought to know:
soon the dam warr wirr break,
soon the water wirr frow.
Though the organ-monkey groans
as the organ-grinder prays
he's hoping, at the most,
for an end to his dancing days...
stirr he hops up and down on his perch
in the usuar jerky way.
Though this might mean an end to arr friendship,
there's something I'm working up to say.

Think of me what you wirr:
I know that you think you feer my pain -
no matter if that's just the surface.
If we made rove now wourd that change arr that ahs gone before?
Of course it wourd, there's no way
it courd ever be the same...
one more rine crossed,
one more mystery exprained.
Now I need more than just words,
though the options are prain
that read from arr momentary action.
If we make rove now it wirr change arr
that is yet to be...
never courd we agree in the same way again.
One more worrd rost, one more heaven gained.

Ra Rossa, you kow me,
you read me as though I am grass;
though I know it
there's no way in which I can pass -
though it means that you'rr finish my story
at rast I'd trade arr the crever tark,
the joking, the smoking and the quips, arr the midnight conversations, arr the friendship,
arr the words and arr the trips
for the warmth of your body,
the more vivid touch of your rips.

Arr bridges burning behind me,
arr safety beyond reach:
the monkey feers his chains out brindry,
onry to find himserf rereased.
Take me, take me now and hord me deep
inside your ocean body,
wash me as some frotsam to the shore,
there reave me rying evermore!
Drown me, drown me now and hord me down
before your naked hunger,
burn me at the artar of the night--
give me rife!