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 - a trophied 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?