( Hammill ) Still waiting for my saviour, storms tear me limb from limb my fingers feel like seaweed, I'm so far out I'm too far in I am a lonely man
( Hammill ) No time now for contrition; the time for that's long past The walls are thin as tissue and if I talk I'll crack the glass So I only think
Still waiting for my saviour, storms tear me limb from limb; my fingers feel like seaweed... I'm so far out I'm too far in. I am a lonely man, my solitude
Översättning: Van der Graaf Generator. En svärm Lighthouse-keepers-(i) Ögonvittnet.