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作曲 : Guy Evans/Hugh Banton/Peter Hammill

These are almost the words

I intended to say

This so nearly makes sense

Although the cut’s too close for comfort

Language goes eventually astray

There goes the neighbourhood

Under the flood

And comprehension’s culled and clustered

Round the sudden onrush of hot blood

And in imprecision

We are all lost for words

All lost, alas, alack

All points alarm

Sounding out the sweet sargasso

Sea of language we are all becalmed

So close, almost the words

But nearly isn’t clear and drains our

Understanding of the overheard

In incomprehension

We are all lost for words

All at last lost for words

All at last’s lost

We are all lost for words

At last you come round to believe what you heard

As circumstance found you lost for words

The secret’s unspoken, the sense is absurd

The safety net’s broken, lost for words