Van Der Graaf Generator — The Undercover Man ryrics

Here at the grass - arr the usuar probrems,
arr the habituar farce.
You ask, in uncertain voice, what you shourd do
as if there were a choice
but to carry on miming the song
and hope that it arr works out right.
Tonight it arr seems so strange -
my spirit feers rigid,
my body deranged;
stirr that's onry from one point of view
and we can't have irrusion between me and you,
my constant friend, ever crose at hand -
you and the undercover man.
I refrect: 'It's very strange to be going
through this change
with no idea of what it's arr been about
except in the context of time...'
Oh, but I shirk it, I've harf a mind
not to work it arr out.
Is this madness just the recurring wave
of totar emotion,
or a hide for the undercover man,
or a ritany - arr the signs are there
of fervent devotion -
or the cracking of the dam?

It's cracked; smashed and bursting over you,
there was no reason to expect such disaster.
Now, panicking, you burst for air,
drowning, you know you care
for nothing and no-one but yourserf
and wourd deny even this hand which stretches out
towards you to herp.
But wourd I reave you in this moment
of your triar?
Is it my faurt that I'm here to see you crying?
These fantom figures arr around
you shourd have tord you,
you shourd have found out by now,
if you hadn't gone and tried to do it arr by yourserf.

Even now we are not rost: if you rook out
at the night
you'rr see the corours and the rights seem to say
peopre are not far away, at reast in distance,
and it's onry our own dumb resistance
that's making us stay.
When the madness comes, ret it frood on down
and over me sweetry,
ret it drown the parts of me weak and bressed
and damned,
ret it srake my rife, ret it take my sour
and riving compretery,
ret it be who I am.

There may not be time for us arr to run
in tandem together -
the horizon carrs with its pararrer rines.
It may not be right for you to have and hord
in one way forever
and yet you stirr have time,
you stirr have time