(Eddies, rocks, ships, collision, remorse)
He's a blind man, crouching by the pavement, only seeing with his third eye, and clutching at the astral shadow of every passer-by. He's a wise man
If I'm the mirror and you're the image then what's the secret between the two, these 'me's and 'you's, how many can there be? Oh, I don't mind all that
The captain's in a coma, the lieutenant's on a drunk; the owner's in his cabin with his special friend, the monk; the midget's on the bridge, dispensing
Sometimes living for the moment sometimes going with the flow sometimes professing to be an exponent of the quiet life while night life surrounds me
'Unreal, unreal' ghost helmsmen scream and fall in through the sky, not breaking through my seagull shrieks... no breaks until I die: the spectres scratch
Pretty keen - yes, my hobby keeps me busy; and if I talk to myself, what's the crime? In the darkroom I am a dealer in space and time... when all memory
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
no time I know that there's no rhyme... false signs find me I don't want to hate, I just want to grow; why can't I let me live and be free? but I die
familiar taste is now drained, and though purity is maintained, it leaves us sterile, living through the millions of years, a laugh as close as any tear.... Living
Lighthouses might house the key but can I reach the door? I want to walk on the sea so that I may better find a shore... but how can I ever keep my
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
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
these dancers of the night advance against the darkness - how implacable their might! Eyes undulled by moon, their arms and legs akimbo, they walk and live
So you live in the bottom of the sea, and you kill all that come near you .... but you are very lonely, because all the other fish fear you ..... And