A Plague Of Lighthouse-Keepers:(viii) The Clot Thickens Lyrics

( 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?