( Hammill - Band )



Where is the god that guides my hand?

How can the hands of others reach me?

When will I find what I grope for?

Who is going to teach me?



I am me me are we we can't see

any way out of here

Crashing sea atrophied history:-

Chance has lost my Guinevere.



I don't want to be one wave in the water

but sea will drag me deep,

One more haggard drowned man.



I can see the lemmings coming

but I know I'm just a man...

Do I join or do I founder?

Which can is the best I may?