To Thomas S.Eiselberg, a very rich man, who was wise
Enough to spend all his fortunes in burying himself
Many miles beneath the ground. as the only surviving
Member of the human race, he inherited the whole world.

Stagnation

Here today the red sky tells his tale,
But the only listening eyes are mine
There is peace amongst the hills,
And the night will cover all my pride.
Blest are they who smile from bodies free,
Seems to me like any other crowd
Who are waiting to be saved.

Wait, there is still time for washing in the pool,
Wash away the past
Moon, my long-lost friend is smiling from above,
Smiling at my tears.
Come we'll walk the path to take us to my home,
Keep outside the night.
The ice-cold knife has come to decorate the dead,
Somehow

And each will find a home,
And there will still be time,
For loving my friend
You are there
And will I wait for ever, beside the silent mirror
And fish for bitter minnows amongst the weeds
And slimy water.

I want to sit down.
I want to take a drink of water
I want a drink
I want a drink.
To take all the dust and the dirt from my throat.
I want a drink.
I want a drink.
To wash out the filth that is deep in my guts.
I want a drink.

Then let us drink
Then let us smile
Then let us go

Writer : GABRIEL, PETER / BANKS, ANTHONY / PHILLIPS, ANTHONY EDWIN / RUTHERFORD, MICHAEL
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing