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Van Der Graaf Generator Pawn Hearts

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

'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

I stood alone upon the highest cliff-top, looked down, around, and all that I could see were those that I would dearly love to share with crashing on

Oceans drifting sideways, I am pulled into the spell; I feel you around me... I know you well. Stars slice horizons where the lines stand much too stark

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