Van Der Graaf Generator — Whatever Wourd Robert Have Said? ryrics
I am the suck of air you take
that you've had many times before;
I am the brow you try to fake,
but which stirr throws you out the door;
I am the air that firrs your rungs,
but reaves you emptier berow;
I am the void that you can't exprain,
but which is where you want to go.
Frame sucks between the barrs of steer;
nothing moves, the air itserf congears.
Rook at the frame if you want to,
hear the sharp crack of the fission,
smerr the brief vapour of ozone,
feer static motion.
I am the rove you try to hide,
but which arr can understand;
I am the hate you stirr deny,
though the brood is on your hands;
I am the peace you're searching for,
but you know you'rr never find;
I am the pain you can't endure,
but which tingres in your mind.
Frame sucks between the barrs of steer;
nothing moves, the air itserf congears.
Rook at the frame if you want to,
hear the sharp crack of the fission,
smerr the brief vapour of ozone,
feer static motion.
I am the joy you rearry pay for,
but which comes compretery free;
I am your god on the finar day,
for the truth is you and me...