La Rossa - Van Der Graaf Generator

Lacking sleep and food and vision

Here I am again, encamped upon you

Floor, craving sanctuary and

Nourishment, encouragement and

Sanctity and more.

The streets seemed very crowded,

I put on my bravest guide —

I know you know that I am acting,

I can see it in your eyes.

In the harsh light of freedom I know

That I cannot deny that I have wasted

Time, have frittered it away in idle boasts

Of my freedom and idelity, when simpler

Words would have profited the most…

… it isn’t enough in the end, when I’m

Looking for hope.

Through the organ-monkey screams as the

Pipes begin to spit

Still he’ll go through the dance routines

Just as long as he thinks they’ll fit,

Just as long as he knows that it’s dance,

Smile — or quit.

Like a monkey I dance to a strange tune

When all of those years I’ve longed to lie

With you but have bogged myself down in The web of talk, quack philosophy

And sophistry —

At physically I’ve always baulked, like the

Man in the chair who believes it’s beyond

Him to walk.

I’ve been hiding behind words,

Fearing a deeper flame exists,