You don't have to say a thing, the silence is sweet; we've been together today in a way we might never repeat. Oh, your head on the pillow, the distance
The thought crossed my mind - how curious, Why should I want so much shut-eye? Fighting the darkness and furious, Oh, but I once more fall into the song
I'm in command, I'm in control, I am the captain of my soul. Still, I'm uncertain in one major role... oh, I drift through the unconscious life, shift
You can see in the last light that's graced as dawn that there's nothing in my heart but pain as I stand, facing sea, knowing that you're gone... all
Sometimes it's very scary here; sometimes it's very sad; sometimes I think I'll disappear; betimes I think I have. There's a line snaking down my mirror
CHORUS Late that evening the Lady Madeline again succumbed to the power of her dark afflictions. Her brother and her friend sat by her
(The following morning) MADELINE That must be Montresor... Good morning! Oh, how lovely to see you - since Roderick told me you were coming
THE CHORUS The chorus has often an unenviable role to play, often a distasteful task to perform; summoned as witness to uncounted crime,
She like to keep God out of church, especially when she prays: All in it's place all safely stored for some rogation day.... The paradox is so apparent
Well, Tommy woke that morning with a headfull of rocks and Sylvia was in shock. The story they'd been faking had frozen on their lips and fallen through
The visitors find the children gone from school: aged relations sling their guns across the desks... there'll be no break-time for them unless they talk
I found myself lying on the balcony, stripling terror, naked to the bone; the secret asteroid jungle nearly done for me - I saw it all just a moment ago
She's here now, perfume coiled like a thuggie scarf - such a powerful drug to make you so naked and clean. And you want to tell her there's so much to
My, friends, I never really thought you'd go, but, then, we know that's the way it happens here. Now time is like cat's cradle in my hands: we gather
Time has come between us: in the passing months I've felt you slip away as your words and mine came like nursery rhymes till there was nothing left to
He casts himself as an adventurer, all foot on floor and hell for leather; She never told him what he meant to her- Perhaps that's for the better. She
CHORUS Three endless days of bitter grief passed and Montresor abandoned any attempt to cheer his friend. Then came a sudden change in Usher
end. No looking back from tomorrow, no, there'll be no looking back on today; better be looking on to tomorrow... better think on today. All lyrics by Peter Hammill
