A Louse Is Not a Home Peter Hammill

[Intro]
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
Splintered glass distorts my face
And though the light is strong and strange
It can't illuminate the musty corners of this place
There is a lofty, lonely, Lohengrinic castle in the clouds;
Yes, and I draw my murky meanings there
But seven years' dark luck is just around the corner
And in the shadows lurks the spectre of Despair

[Bridge]
A cracked mirror 'mid the drapes of the landing:
Split image, labored understanding...
I'm only trying to find a place to hide my home

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 1]
I've lived in houses composed of glass
Where every movement is charted
But now the monitor screens are dark
And I can't tell if silent eyes are there
My words are spiders upon the page
They spin out faith, hope and reason -
But are they meet and just, or only dust
Gathering about my chair?
Sometimes I get the feeling
That there's someone else there:
The faceless watcher, he makes me uneasy;
I can feel him through the floorboards
And His presence is creepy
He informs me that I shall be expelled
What is that but out of and into?
Don't know the nature of the door that I'd go through
Don't know the nature of the nature that I am inside...