Peter Hammill Central Hotel
I found myself lying on the balcony, stripling terror, naked to the bone; the secret asteroid jungle nearly done for me - I saw it all just a moment ago. I know I'd better watch out for the Central Hotel... I'm not going back. Repetition, superstition, singularity, though every cell in the body has changed the walls move in well-accustomed hilarity - the circuit changes, but the joke stays the same. I know I'd better watch out for the Central Hotel I think I'd better get out, I'm not feeling so well. And I won't be going back, not if I can help it. I can't help it, I can't help it if I still am what I was; I can't help it, I can't help it, can't stop the therefore because I can't help it. The grace of god shows I'll be going on, I'll be coming back. I know nothing of the miles of the marathon, I hear nothing of the footfall behind, I search for rythm and I find that I haven't one slow motion in the runner's mind. I know I'd better watch out for the Central Hotel I think I'd better get out, I'm not f eeling so well I know I'd better check out, but anyone here can tell I'll be coming back, I'll be back. I'm the Central Hotel --