Our Eyes Give It Shape - Peter Hammill

I’m getting the idea, I haven’t got a clue

As my fabulous career ends up dead in the gutter

The stars are shining down right on cue

It’s not much of a shock, it comes as no surprise

That changing all the locks when the horses have bolted

Is a useless exercise

And play it how I will and say it as I may

I won’t pick that poison pill as a effortless exit

From the Mystery Play

I’m so glad I’m still here to see this

The break of day at the end of the long dark night…

All’s not as it appears, this tale has many twists —

But if I wasn’t here documenting the story

Would that mean that the plot did not exist?

Oh, would it not be absurd if there was no objective state?

What if the unobserved always waits, insubstantial

Till our eyes give it shape?

I’m so glad that I’m still here to see this

The whole story is unfolding before my eyes;

I’m so happy I can barely believe it…

This simple pleasure is the mystery spice of life

And I am happy just to breathe in the quality of the light

I’m getting the idea, I’m seeing things anew

It’s all becoming clear at this delicate juncture

There can be no false nor true

I want to have it all, I want to see the whole thing through…

It’s a fifty fifty call: maybe Schrödinger's cat

Could be the Cheshire one too?

I’m so glad that we’re both here to see this:

The chink of light in the tunnel of love’s embrace

I’m so happy I can barely believe it

A simple pleasure in the simple things makes life great