My Experience - Peter Hammill

It was nothing, it came from nowhere at all, it was a casual remark,

Not a curtain-call.

Late for breakfast — black coffee, brandy-laced…

That look on your face.

I’ll remember last night;

I’ll look out for the signs;

You were caught in the light

Ref.time after time

It’s been my experience that when the row gets serious

A certain silence will fall…

But I just can’t stop it, why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?

My heart goes like a rocket, the feeling’s so strong.

I just can’t stop it, why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?

Don’t think about it too long.

I could argue this another way, but on another day I might have to shout.

You keep your mouth shut, but it’s too late for that now:

The word got out.

In translation it’s lost, in desperation it’s mimed;

Is this Paradise lost, or Paradise time after time?

Ref