A Plague of Lighthouse Keepers: (Custard's) Last Stand — Van Der Graaf Generator

Lighthouses might house the key but can I reach the door?

I want to walk on the sea so that I may better find a shore... but how can I ever keep my feet dry? I scan the horizon I must keep my eyes on all parts of me.

Looking back on the years it seems that I have lost my way: Like a dog in the night, I have run to a manger now I am the stranger I stay in. All of the grief I have seen leaves me chasing solitary peace; But I hold experience in my head... I'm too close to the light I don't think I see right, for I blind me...