Peter Hammill - Patient Lyrics
A system in the makingself-healing for the blind,sitting in the waiting-roomof the patient mind....Raging at the illness,when the rage may be it's cause.The purpose of the will is lostin the search for an escape clause,Fatal convalescence, the woundbecomes a weal:the poison is in essence justthe virus of the real.But there's sympathetic healing,the power of the soul, bandages,concealing all that we can't control,Waiting for the doctor to comeA system in the making,self healing for the blind,sitting in the waiting-roomof the patient mind....But there isn't any answerthe consciousness can't quotewhen the loaded dice of chanceare there rattling in the throat.Waiting for the doctor to comeYou put your faith in others -the fear could not be worse...But nature's not your mother now,...just your suckling nurseAnd there isn't any doctor,there isn't any cure -That might come as a shock to you,but can you really be so sure?can you really be so sure?+------------------------------------------------+---------------------------
