Strayed - Slapp Happy

All my dismembered, half-remembered yesterdays

Snowing sour rays

Interfere with clearly being here today

I’m sorry to say

I think I’ve strayed

She said «say it — go ahead & at a planet bay it

Babe it’s the same today

As any other day»

I’ve gone astray

I confess it, why should I repress it?

Unless it’s wrestled through

It grows on you

When you’ve strayed

Gone into hiding, can’t abide the latest tidings

From the tribe.

It’s reported hopes are thwarted

Nothing of the wonderful survives

Its resurrection is the purpose of our lives

But who can rise?

How thick the lids lie on my eyes…