Call the Player forward, let him play his last card now
Let the Pipers pipe, let the Torch Men sing my songs
Wait at the Sinners Gate, for the drummer's roll to begin
on the beating heart, on the soul within the skin
The tide is turning and we cling to the shore,
Starfish on the Ocean Floor
In my life, was there nothing more?
A tower burning, setting light to the trees
Oh, what strange ideas are these?
Inner Light, Inner Life, Forever
Naked, we come, and stripped to the bone we go
and on a journal page, I'll chance to write me down,
The crowd will see me through it,
from here to gods knows where,
and my wit, (like my Ink), is still not dry
The tide is turning and we cling to the shore,
Starfish on the Ocean Floor
In my life, was there nothing more?
A tower burning, setting light to the trees
Oh, what strange ideas are these?
Inner Light, Inner Life, Forever
Cold, alone and breathless,
the Master of 'going-wrong',
and the chance has come, to fill in a final balance
and with a sweeping of my pen,
I call on myself again,
to underwrite all the empty lines I once borrowed
The tide is turning and we cling to the shore,
Starfish on the Ocean Floor
In my life, was there nothing more?
A tower burning, setting light to the trees
Oh, what strange ideas are these?
Inner Light, Inner Life,
Forever (x2)
(x2)
And what can we do but hate,
a sign that comes much too late,
and a Vision that burns brightly for just one moment
and in that instant caught between,
all the knowing and the unseen
I freeze, lost for all time
The tide is turning and we cling to the shore,
Starfish on the Ocean Floor
In my life, was there nothing more?
A tower burning, setting light to the trees
Oh, what strange ideas are these?
Inner Light, Inner Life, Forever
(x2)
Forever... (x3)
Down Down Down
Low Low Low
(x2)
Down Down Down Down Down Down
Low
(x2)
And it's Forever...