What's My Name - Steve Hackett

Stone mirror mountain rises from a low stream

The scent of flowers like an ocean of weeds

I take a boat formed like a long handled sword

The Heavens are vast and the sea is broad

What’s my name

We find the great cave of burning clouds

The water horses come flickering down

A gap in consciousness a picture takes shape

I hear a thundering

A tidal wave breaks

What’s my name