di Peter Hammill
That token drag on your cigarette,
that well-known face in the fire...
it could be someone you can't forget,
someone you've learnt to admire.
And it's strange how the feeling goes.
All change -
down the river Ophelia goes.
You're treading water, the price is steep,
you say you'll cope with it all;
you've made some promises you can't keep,
you throw yourself against the wall,
you throw yourself against the wall.
And it's strange how the feeling goes
All...
