(In the) Black Room / The Tower Peter Hammill

[In the Black Room (I)]

[Verse 1]
I was thinking about thinking
But it really didn't get me very far
So I thought I'd throw a Tarot
But I only got the Priestess and the Star
There's a shadow cast on my future past;
The room and I agree to buy some time...
The cards don't tell truth nor lies
Only options and cusp lines:
The furniture in the black room

[Verse 2]
I've been thinking about acid
But, it seems, there's not a reason to believe
I don't make a vital breakthrough
And it walks me like a dog upon a lead
It's all unreal and, the way I feel
I'd like to try and make it on my own...
Going to the feelies is fine:
I really have me a good pleasure cruise
But, deep in my mind
I'm no better or worse, just open to the walls
Paint peels in the black of my room