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Sometimes it's very scary here; sometimes it's very sad
D# Gm D# F Gm D# F Gm D# D
Sometimes I think I'll disappear; be_times I think I have
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There's a line snaking down my mirror
D# F Gm D# D
Splintered glass distorts my face
D# Gm D# F Gm
And though the light is strong and strange
D# F Gm D# D
It can't illuminate the musty corners of this place
D# F Gm D# D
There is a lofty, lonely, Lohengrenic castle in the clouds
D# F Gm D# D
[Yes and ]I draw my murky meanings there
D# Gm D# F Gm
But seven years' dark luck is just around the corner
D# F Gm D# D
And in the shadows lurks the spectre of Despair
Dm
A cracked mirror mid the drapes of the landing
C
Split image, labored understanding
A# A Dm
I'm only trying to find a place to hide my home
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( Dm Dm C D )
( G Am C Am )
( G Am C D Am )
G Am C Am
I've lived in houses composed of glass
G Am C D Am
Where every movement is charted
G Am C Am
But now the monitor screens are dark
G Am C D Am
And I can't tell if silent eyes are there
G Am C Am
My words are spiders upon the page
G Am C D Am
They spin out faith, hope and reason
G Am C D C D
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# A Dm
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
Am A#
[I] don't know the nature of the nature that I am inside
G Am C Am
I've lived in houses of brick and lead
G Am C D Am
Where all emotion is sacred
G Am C Am
And if you want to devour the fruit
G Am C D Am
You must first sniff at the fragrance
G Am C Am
And lay your body before the shrine
G Am C D Am
With poems and posies and papers
G Am C Am
Or, if you catch the ruse, you'll have to choose
C D C D
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
C Bm
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
C Bm
Others live in monuments which, one day, will be racks
Dm C A# (G A A#)
I keep my home in place with sellotape and tin-tacks
A# Am Dm
But I still feel there's some other Force here
F Em
He who cracks the mirrors and moves the walls
Dm
Keeps staring through the eye-slits of the portraits in my hall
F Em
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
Gm D# D
I can't stay here either
D# F Gm D# D D#
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
G Am C Am
I am surrounded by flesh and bone
G Am C D Am
I am a temple of living
G Am C Am
I am a hermit, I am a drone
G Am C D Am
And I am boning out a place to be
G Am C Am
With secret garlands about my head
G Am C D Am
Unearthly silence is broken
G Am C Am
The room is growing dark, and in the stark light
C D C D
I can see a face I know
A# A Dm
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
A Dm
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# A Dm
And if you do, you know you just can't see
Dm
And then how are you to find the dawning of the day?
C Bm
- 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
Dm C A# (Em C) Dm
Sometimes I wonder if even that's real
D# F Em D# D
Maybe I should de-louse this place
D# F Em D# D
Maybe I should de-place this louse
D# Gm D# F Gm
Maybe I'll maybe my life away
D# F Gm D# D
In the confines of this silent house
D# F Gm D# D D# F Gm D# D
Sometimes it's very scary here; sometimes it's very sad
D# Gm D# F Gm D# F Gm D#D
Sometimes I think I'll disappear; sometimes I think
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