My Room - Peter Hammill

Searching for diamonds in the sulphur mine,

leaning on props that are rotten,

hoping for anything, looking for a sign

that I am not forgotten;

lost in a labyrinth of future mystery,

tracing my steps, all mistaken,

trusting to everything, praying it can be that I am not forsaken,

I wait by the door,

wondering when you will come and keep me warm.

I pray for the end of the night,

hoping the light will still the storm

which presently entraps me:

helpless sea-monster stranded on the shore,

marooned in an ecstasy of waiting,

I yearn, although knowing that I shall dive no more

in the tide already racing.

My lungs burst to cry:

«Finally how could you leave me here to die?»

I freeze in the chill of this place

with no friendly face to smile goodbye…

how could you let it happen?

How could you let it happen?

Dreams, hopes and promises, fragments out of time,

all of these things have been spoken.

Still you don t understand how it feels when I m waiting for them to be broken.