Van der Graaf Generator — Almost the Words

These are almost the words I intended to say This so nearly makes sense Although the cut’s too close for comfort Language goes eventually astray There goes the neighbourhood Under the flood And comprehension’s culled and clustered Round the sudden onrush of hot blood And in imprecision We are all lost for words All lost, alas, alack All points alarm Sounding out the sweet sargasso Sea of language we are all becalmed So close, almost the words But nearly isn’t clear and drains our Understanding of the overheard In incomprehension We are all lost for words All at last lost for words All at last’s lost We are all lost for words At last you come round to believe what you heard As circumstance found you lost for words The secret’s unspoken, the sense is absurd The safety net’s broken, lost for words