A world of talent
Or a novelty act
The turning wheel
What the dead men say
Retreat syndrome
Cosmic puppets
Explorers we
In a solar lottery

I hope I hope
I shall arrive soon
I hope I hope
I shall arrive soon

Time is out of joint
Cursed spite
That ever I was born to set it right

Flow my tears the policemen said
Foster you are dead

Gather yourselves together
We can remember it for you wholesale
Gather yourselves together
Confessions of a crap artist
Who is losing sight
Just like the owl in daylight