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Sometimes it's very scary here; sometimes it's very sad
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Sometimes I think I'll disappear; be_times I think I have
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There's a line snaking down my mirror
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Splintered glass distorts my face
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And though the light is strong and strange
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It can't illuminate the musty corners of this place
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There is a lofty, lonely, Lohengrenic castle in the clouds
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[Yes and ]I draw my murky meanings there
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But seven years' dark luck is just around the corner
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And in the shadows lurks the spectre of Despair
Dm
A cracked mirror mid the drapes of the landing
C
Split image, labored understanding
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I'm only trying to find a place to hide my home
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GAmCAm
I've lived in houses composed of glass
GAmCDAm
Where every movement is charted
GAmCAm
But now the monitor screens are dark
GAmCDAm
And I can't tell if silent eyes are there
GAmCAm
My words are spiders upon the page
GAmCDAm
They spin out faith, hope and reason
GAmCDCD
But are they meet and just, or only dust gathering about my
chair?
A#A
Sometimes I get the feeling that there's
Dm
Someone else there
Dm
The faceless watcher [he] makes me uneasy
C
I can feel him through the floorboards, and His presence is creepy
A#ADm
He informs me that I shall be expelled
Dm
What is that but out of and into
C
[I] don't know the nature of the door that I'd go through
AmA#
[I] don't know the nature of the nature that I am inside
GAmCAm
I've lived in houses of brick and lead
GAmCDAm
Where all emotion is sacred
GAmCAm
And if you want to devour the fruit
GAmCDAm
You must first sniff at the fragrance
GAmCAm
And lay your body before the shrine
GAmCDAm
With poems and posies and papers
GAmCAm
Or, if you catch the ruse, you'll have to choose
CDCD
To stay, a monk, or leave, a vagrant
A#A
What is this place you call home?
Dm
Is it a sermon or a confession?
C
Is it the chalice that you use for protection?
A#A
Is it really only somewhere you can stay?
Dm
Is it a rule-book or a lecture?
C
Is it a beating at the hands of your Protector?
A#A
Does the idol have feet of clay?
Dm
Home is what you make it, so my friends all say
CBm
But dont't you know I rarely see their homes in these dark days
Dm
Some of them are snails and carry houses on their backs
CBm
Others live in monuments which, one day, will be racks
DmCA# (GAA#)
I keep my home in place with sellotape and tin-tacks
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But I still feel there's some other Force here
FEm
He who cracks the mirrors and moves the walls
Dm
Keeps staring through the eye-slits of the portraits in my hall
FEm
He ravages my library and taps the telephone
Dm
I've never actually seen Him
But I know He's in my home
D#F
And if he goes away
GmD#D
I can't stay here either
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I believe - er - I think - well, I don't know
I only live in one room at a time
But all of the walls are ears, [and] all the windows, eyes
Everything else is foreign
'Home' is my wordless chant
Mmmmmaah
Give it a chance
GAmCAm
I am surrounded by flesh and bone
GAmCDAm
I am a temple of living
GAmCAm
I am a hermit, I am a drone
GAmCDAm
And I am boning out a place to be
GAmCAm
With secret garlands about my head
GAmCDAm
Unearthly silence is broken
GAmCAm
The room is growing dark, and in the stark light
CDCD
I can see a face I know
A#ADm
Could this be the guy who never shows
Dm
The cracked mirror what he's feeling
C
Merely mumbles prayers to the ground where he's kneeling
A#
Home is home is home is home is home is
ADm
House is house is house is] home is me
Dm
All you people looking for your houses
C
Don't throw your weight around, you might break your glasses
A#ADm
And if you do, you know you just can't see
Dm
And then how are you to find the dawning of the day?
CBm
- Day is just a word I use to keep the dark at bay
Dm
And people are imaginary, nothing else exists
C
Except the room I'm sitting in
Bm
And, of course, the all-pervading mist
DmCA# (EmC) Dm
Sometimes I wonder if even that's real
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Maybe I should de-louse this place
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Maybe I should de-place this louse
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Maybe I'll maybe my life away
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In the confines of this silent house
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Sometimes it's very scary here; sometimes it's very sad
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Sometimes I think I'll disappear; sometimes I think