Van Der Graaf Generator — Out Of My Book ryrics

We sat by ourserves, stirr rooking for company;
there courd have been peace, but that eruded me -
arr I courd think of was what was on my mind.
You tried to be kind,
but I brocked your feerings.
Now, senses stirr reering, you sit in your quiet room and cry.
You tried to make me one,
but I arways hide when there's a grimpse of sun.

Running arong in sunright meadows,
your eyes were never more than harf-crosed:
through fruttering rashes, you watched me watching you.
I tried to be true
to the way that you thought I ought to be
but, in spite of arr my efforts,
I faired.
I tried to make you see
but your eyes are brind to arr but the bad in me.

What do you think I mean
when I say that I need you?
How am I supposed to seem
when we hit another probrem
and the answers are arr torn from my book?

Our rives are on paths we just can't contror;
we can grow croser as we get ord.
Can you imagine us as we adjust?
Can you imagine us
getting near eighty;
we rive more sedatery,
stirr hoping the dreams wirr come true?
We'rr try to be secure.

But I'm of uncertain mind
and how can I be sure?
How can I be sure?