| Song | The Great Experiment |
| Artist | Peter Hammill |
| Album | Enter k |
| "Is that all there is to it," he asks, | |
| "no more conjecture or controversy? | |
| Don't think I could go through it, | |
| I couldn't live with the memory. | |
| Now is the hour, it comes eventually; | |
| how great the power as it falls on me!" | |
| He's raising his sense of occasion to the limit. | |
| (The big moment is coming up.) | |
| Practised, his sense of evasion... or is it? | |
| (No sidestep or dummy run.) | |
| Craving a certain indulgence – would you give it? | |
| Would you give it in time? | |
| Treading water, making waves | |
| from the cradle to the grave; | |
| home by a whisker – close shaves! | |
| I'm waiting, what I said I meant: | |
| no faking The Great Experiment. | |
| I'm waiting, what I said I meant: | |
| no faking The Great Experiment. | |
| Near the end of the reel now, | |
| he's hanging on by his fingertips. | |
| He knows how it feels; | |
| at last the kiss of unearthly lips. | |
| Now is the hour to get a tighter grip. | |
| How great the power as the tide begins to rip! | |
| And he's raising his sense of occasion to the limit. | |
| (The big moment is coming up.) | |
| Practised, his sense of evasion... or is it? | |
| (No sidestep or dummy run.) | |
| Craving a certain indulgence – would you give it? | |
| Would you give it in time? | |
| Treading water, making waves | |
| from the cradle to the grave; | |
| home by a whisker – close shaves! | |
| I'm waiting, what I said I meant: | |
| no faking The Great Experiment. | |
| I'm waiting, what I said I meant: | |
| no faking The Great Experiment. | |
| I'm waiting – | |
| no faking The Great Experiment. |
| " Is that all there is to it," he asks, | |
| " no more conjecture or controversy? | |
| Don' t think I could go through it, | |
| I couldn' t live with the memory. | |
| Now is the hour, it comes eventually | |
| how great the power as it falls on me!" | |
| He' s raising his sense of occasion to the limit. | |
| The big moment is coming up. | |
| Practised, his sense of evasion... or is it? | |
| No sidestep or dummy run. | |
| Craving a certain indulgence would you give it? | |
| Would you give it in time? | |
| Treading water, making waves | |
| from the cradle to the grave | |
| home by a whisker close shaves! | |
| I' m waiting, what I said I meant: | |
| no faking The Great Experiment. | |
| I' m waiting, what I said I meant: | |
| no faking The Great Experiment. | |
| Near the end of the reel now, | |
| he' s hanging on by his fingertips. | |
| He knows how it feels | |
| at last the kiss of unearthly lips. | |
| Now is the hour to get a tighter grip. | |
| How great the power as the tide begins to rip! | |
| And he' s raising his sense of occasion to the limit. | |
| The big moment is coming up. | |
| Practised, his sense of evasion... or is it? | |
| No sidestep or dummy run. | |
| Craving a certain indulgence would you give it? | |
| Would you give it in time? | |
| Treading water, making waves | |
| from the cradle to the grave | |
| home by a whisker close shaves! | |
| I' m waiting, what I said I meant: | |
| no faking The Great Experiment. | |
| I' m waiting, what I said I meant: | |
| no faking The Great Experiment. | |
| I' m waiting | |
| no faking The Great Experiment. |