[Verse 1: Peter Hammill & someone in the crowd]
I stretch my hands (Again!), clutch vacant laughter
In silence and sweet, sweet pain;
Without demand, but with a longing
For what will never come again

[Verse 2]
I smell your perfume on the sheets in the morning:
It lingers like the patterns on the window after rain
A past that lives, if only for the present
But which is gone and will never come again

[Bridge]
To your sad eyes, turned away, mine say
"Do you? Did you? How?"
As the darkness slides away the day
Shows what was and makes what is now

[Verse 3]
I see your picture as though that were a mirror
But there's no part of you outside the frame
Except the change that you gave to me:
This will never come again

[Verse 4]
I am me, I was so before you
But afterwards I am not the same
You are gone and I am with you:
This will never come again
Oh this will never come again
Oh we will never be again
[Outro]
*Cheers*