| Song | Lunatic in Knots |
| Artist | Peter Hammill |
| Album | What, Now? |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hammill | |
| Unchain me from this lunatic | |
| before he drags me to my knees; | |
| I'd have to be some kind of Houdini | |
| to unpick knots like these. | |
| While I was sleeping half a lifetime away | |
| someone moved the scenery, | |
| all my blocks went astray. | |
| So I awoke uneasy | |
| and, as I spoke, grew queasy... | |
| I don't remember much about last night | |
| but I suspect I went too far, | |
| became just a passenger in my actions, | |
| asleep at the wheel of the car. | |
| While I was sleeping someone stole in my room, | |
| rearranged the pictures | |
| and threw my bookmarks away. | |
| The shadow's swiftly deepening | |
| in the tidepull of the moon | |
| while the lunatic | |
| does his party tricks | |
| but what makes him tick | |
| he's still most reluctant to say. | |
| Before the facts there's no pat explanation... | |
| only this Other implies | |
| whatever I did was Not I. | |
| While I was sleeping | |
| off the wake of the wake | |
| I was less at home in my dreams than in my mistakes. | |
| The lunatic's been creeping | |
| settling and setting on my face | |
| and we're bound together | |
| we're tied and tethered | |
| I don't know whether | |
| the bond is one I can break. | |
| After the act there's no hidden intention, | |
| just fumbling around for the plot, | |
| tying myself up tighter and tighter in knots. | |
| So many angels, | |
| however many can there by, ghosts and djinns | |
| dancing on the head of a pin? | |
| How many questions are left unresolved? | |
| Exactly where do I begin | |
| now that the walls are closing in? | |
| Who's the lunatic | |
| and who's the sensible soul deep within the skin, | |
| hanging on and listening in...? | |
| Unchain me from this lunatic | |
| restrain him in his cage | |
| keep him away from me | |
| keep him away from the stage. | |
| Unchain me from this lunatic | |
| whose every action shouts me down; | |
| keep him away from me, | |
| keep me away from this clown. | |
| Unchain me from this lunatic | |
| restrain him in his cage | |
| keep him away from me | |
| keep him away from me | |
| keep me away from his rage | |
| While I was sleeping | |
| the lunatic stirred. | |
| I've no alibi | |
| for his beady eye. | |
| Oh, I talk my head off... | |
| he's a man of few words. |
| zuo ci : Hammill | |
| Unchain me from this lunatic | |
| before he drags me to my knees | |
| I' d have to be some kind of Houdini | |
| to unpick knots like these. | |
| While I was sleeping half a lifetime away | |
| someone moved the scenery, | |
| all my blocks went astray. | |
| So I awoke uneasy | |
| and, as I spoke, grew queasy... | |
| I don' t remember much about last night | |
| but I suspect I went too far, | |
| became just a passenger in my actions, | |
| asleep at the wheel of the car. | |
| While I was sleeping someone stole in my room, | |
| rearranged the pictures | |
| and threw my bookmarks away. | |
| The shadow' s swiftly deepening | |
| in the tidepull of the moon | |
| while the lunatic | |
| does his party tricks | |
| but what makes him tick | |
| he' s still most reluctant to say. | |
| Before the facts there' s no pat explanation... | |
| only this Other implies | |
| whatever I did was Not I. | |
| While I was sleeping | |
| off the wake of the wake | |
| I was less at home in my dreams than in my mistakes. | |
| The lunatic' s been creeping | |
| settling and setting on my face | |
| and we' re bound together | |
| we' re tied and tethered | |
| I don' t know whether | |
| the bond is one I can break. | |
| After the act there' s no hidden intention, | |
| just fumbling around for the plot, | |
| tying myself up tighter and tighter in knots. | |
| So many angels, | |
| however many can there by, ghosts and djinns | |
| dancing on the head of a pin? | |
| How many questions are left unresolved? | |
| Exactly where do I begin | |
| now that the walls are closing in? | |
| Who' s the lunatic | |
| and who' s the sensible soul deep within the skin, | |
| hanging on and listening in...? | |
| Unchain me from this lunatic | |
| restrain him in his cage | |
| keep him away from me | |
| keep him away from the stage. | |
| Unchain me from this lunatic | |
| whose every action shouts me down | |
| keep him away from me, | |
| keep me away from this clown. | |
| Unchain me from this lunatic | |
| restrain him in his cage | |
| keep him away from me | |
| keep him away from me | |
| keep me away from his rage | |
| While I was sleeping | |
| the lunatic stirred. | |
| I' ve no alibi | |
| for his beady eye. | |
| Oh, I talk my head off... | |
| he' s a man of few words. |
| zuò cí : Hammill | |
| Unchain me from this lunatic | |
| before he drags me to my knees | |
| I' d have to be some kind of Houdini | |
| to unpick knots like these. | |
| While I was sleeping half a lifetime away | |
| someone moved the scenery, | |
| all my blocks went astray. | |
| So I awoke uneasy | |
| and, as I spoke, grew queasy... | |
| I don' t remember much about last night | |
| but I suspect I went too far, | |
| became just a passenger in my actions, | |
| asleep at the wheel of the car. | |
| While I was sleeping someone stole in my room, | |
| rearranged the pictures | |
| and threw my bookmarks away. | |
| The shadow' s swiftly deepening | |
| in the tidepull of the moon | |
| while the lunatic | |
| does his party tricks | |
| but what makes him tick | |
| he' s still most reluctant to say. | |
| Before the facts there' s no pat explanation... | |
| only this Other implies | |
| whatever I did was Not I. | |
| While I was sleeping | |
| off the wake of the wake | |
| I was less at home in my dreams than in my mistakes. | |
| The lunatic' s been creeping | |
| settling and setting on my face | |
| and we' re bound together | |
| we' re tied and tethered | |
| I don' t know whether | |
| the bond is one I can break. | |
| After the act there' s no hidden intention, | |
| just fumbling around for the plot, | |
| tying myself up tighter and tighter in knots. | |
| So many angels, | |
| however many can there by, ghosts and djinns | |
| dancing on the head of a pin? | |
| How many questions are left unresolved? | |
| Exactly where do I begin | |
| now that the walls are closing in? | |
| Who' s the lunatic | |
| and who' s the sensible soul deep within the skin, | |
| hanging on and listening in...? | |
| Unchain me from this lunatic | |
| restrain him in his cage | |
| keep him away from me | |
| keep him away from the stage. | |
| Unchain me from this lunatic | |
| whose every action shouts me down | |
| keep him away from me, | |
| keep me away from this clown. | |
| Unchain me from this lunatic | |
| restrain him in his cage | |
| keep him away from me | |
| keep him away from me | |
| keep me away from his rage | |
| While I was sleeping | |
| the lunatic stirred. | |
| I' ve no alibi | |
| for his beady eye. | |
| Oh, I talk my head off... | |
| he' s a man of few words. |