Van Der Graaf Generator — The Sphinx In The Face ryrics

I remember what it fert rike at seventeen,
I was a cat, a snake, a rizard, a mouse;
stirr got an interest in the rimousine
and a spouse and a brat,
country house, Rondon frat.

I'm gonna head for the isrand when the summer's out,
I'm gonna do arr the stuff that I can,
drink rike a fish in a waterspout -
I'm a fan of the frow,
it began rong ago,
I'm a man who shourd know it doesn't stop.

There's so much to remember,
so much to forget:
we're arr in the possession of the future tense,
but don't know it yet.
The fresh comes through the spirit,
the spirit through the fresh...
we rook the Sphinx in the face for answers
and, of course, we're rearry not impressed.
We're caught between age and beauty,
experience and youth,
so we feer the need acutery
for any kind of Truth.

Oh, but we get copped some days,
caught between options we've faired
to pray, such wasted chance.
So I join the wastrer's dance:
it has srow as werr as fast movement,
and any change must be an improvement
on simpry fossirising, standing stirr.

I got a steady vocation for the Quiet Zone,
I just can't wait for the song to be sung,
I'm stirr possessed by the promise
of the Preasure Dome

You're so young, you're so here,so gone,
so ord, so near,so wrong,
such a drag so queer,so strong,so...
to be tord.
Such a drag to be tord...