There's a house with no door and I'm living there
at nights it gets so cold and the days are hard to bear inside.
There's a house with no roof, so the rain creeps in,
falling through my head as I try to think out time.
I don't know you, you say you know me, that may be so,
there's so much that I am unsure of ...
You call my name, but it sounds unreal,
I forget how I feel, my body's rejecting the cure.

There's a house with no bell, but then nobody calls;
I sometimes find it hard to tell if any are alive at all outside.
There's a house with no sound; yes, it's quiet there ...
there's not much point in words if there's no-one to share in time.
I've learned my lines, I know them so well, I am ready to tell
whoever will finally come in, of the line in my mind that's cold in the night,
it doesn't seem right when there's that little dark figure running ...

There's a house with no door and there's no living there:
one day it became a wall ...  well I didn't really care at the time.
There's a house with no light, all the windows are sealed,
overtaxed and strained
NOW NOTHING IS REVEALED BUT TIME
I don't know you, you say you know me, that may be so,
there's so much that I am unsure of ...
You call my name, but it sounds unreal, I forget how I feel,
my body's rejecting the cure .....
Won't somebody help me ......?

Standing in the space that holds the silent lace of night away from you
You think that you can hold the searing, molten gold between your fingers ...
But it slips through, tearing tendons as it goes, exposing the white of a knuckle ...
flesh-and-metal forming letters in the mould.

Cradling your gun, after choosing the ones you think should die -
Lying on the hill ... crawling over the windowsill into your living-room
They stare out, glass-eyed aimless heads, bodies torn by vultures ..
you are the man whose hands are rank with the smell of death.
Saviour of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak, Friend of the Tall Ones, Keeper of the Peace ...
Ah, but it is the only way you know .....

Looking out to sea, a flattened plane of weeds which bear no living
You crush life in your fist as your heart is kissed by the lips of death
Ghosts betray you, ghosts betray you, in the night they steal your eye
from its socket ... and the ball hangs fallen on your cheek.
Complaining tongues are stilled; a thousand mouths are filled with rusting metal.
Your face a shade of green; somehow you try to speak
through all the garbage in your mouth
But it won't come out, and you cannot frame the words as your stepson
throws your fame into the flames and you are burned.
Saviour of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak, Friend of the Tall Ones, Keeper of the Peace.
Ah, but it is the only way you know ..........
 

Live by sword and you shall die so,
All your power shall come to nought,
every life you take is part of your own,
death, not power, is what you've bought.

Cringing in your room as the outriders of doom step on your threshold;
Begging for your life as the impartial knife sinks in your screaming flesh ...
without malice, merely taking murder's toll, you must pay the price of hate,
and that price is your soul ....

Live in peace or die forever in your war-room.
 

I wore my moods like so many different sets of clothes
but the right one was never around;
and as you left I heard my body ring and my mind began to howl
It was far to late to contemplate the meaning of it all:
You know that I need you,
but somehow I don't think you see my love at all

At some point I lost you, I don't know quite how it was;
The wonderland lay in a coat of white, chilling frost
I looked around and I found I was truly lost:
without your hand in mine I am dead .....
Reality is unreal and games I've tried just aren't the same:
without your smile there's nowhere to hide and deep inside
I know I've never cried as I'm about to ...

If I could just frame the words that would make your fire burn
all this water now around me could be the love that should surround me.

Looking out through the tears that bind me my heart bleeds that you may find me ..
or at least that I can forget and be numb, but I can't stop,
the words still come: I LOVE YOU

Left the earth in 1983, fingers groping for the galaxies,
reddened eyes stared up into the void, 1000 stars to be exploited
Somebody help me I'm falling, somebody help me,
I'm falling down Into sky, into earth, into sky, into earth .....
It is so dark around, no life, no hope, no sound, no chance of seeing home again ...

The universe is on fire, exploding without flame.
We are the lost ones; we are the pioneers; we are the lost ones
We are the ones they are going to build a statue for
ten centuries ago or were going to fifteen forward .....

One Last brief whisper in our loved ones' ears
to reassure them and to pierce the fear
standing at controls then still unknown
we told the world we were about to go

Somebody help me I'm missing,
somebody help me I'm missing now
touch with my mind, I have no frame,
touch with my mind, I have no frame ...

Well now where is the time and who the hell am I, here floating in an aimless way?
No-one knows where we are, they can't feel us precisely ..

There is no fear here.
How can such a thing exist in a place
where living and knowing
and being have never been heard of ?

Doomed to vanish in the flickering light,
disappearing to a darker night,
doomed to vanish in a living death,
living anti-matter, anti-breath

Somebody help me I'm losing,
somebody help me, I'm losing now
people around, there's no-one to touch,
no people around, no-one to touch.

I am now quite alone, part of a vacant time-zone,
here floating in the void, only dimly aware of existence,
a dimly existing awareness, I am the lost one,
I am the one you fear, I am the lost one,
I am the one who went up into space,
or stayed where I was, or didn't exist in the first place .....