Woorden: Mott The Hoople. Sea Diver.

On morning shadows you were ill-spent
"It's time", you said, or is it time you went?
I tried so hard to leave you
I tried to sleep, the hours you keep

Oh Lord, I wish I could escape this iron veil
Ride on my son, ride on my son
Ride until you fail

Something comes and something goes
And something dies before it grows
And I'm like a sea diver
Who's lost in space

("Sweet", said His Grace)
Oh Lord, I wish I could escape this iron veil
Ride on my son, right on my son
Ride until you fail