A# F Gm D# D A# F 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; be_times I think I have. D# F Gm D# D 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 - y[D# F GmD# D es 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... trumpet-like: Dm C Dm Dm C Dm Dm C D Bass-Drums: twice, with different timings G Am C Am, G Am C D Am x 2 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 he The faceless watcher 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 (same tune and chords, with more intermediate notes played) 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# 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 (4-0) He who cracks the mirrors and moves the walls Dm keeps staring through the eye-slits of the portraits in my hall; F Em (4-0) 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... Here, I only catch notes, not the chords I only live in one room at a time, and but all of the walls are ears, 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# Dmm 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# GmD# F Gm Maybe I'll maybe my life away D# F Gm D# D in the confines of this silent house. D# F GD# D D# F GD# 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...