A Plague of Lighthouse Keepers: S.H.M. — Van Der Graaf Generator

'Unreal, unreal' ghost helmsmen scream and fall in through the sky, not breaking through my seagull shrieks... no breaks until I die: the spectres scratch on window-slits - hollowed faces and mindless grins only intent on destroying what they've lost.

I crawl the wall till steepness ends in the vertical fall; my pain has sailed into the sea: no joking hopes at dawn. White bone shine in the iron-jaw mask lost mastheads pierce the freezing dark and parallel my isolated tower... no paraffin for the flame no harbour left to gain.