Peter Hammill - This side of the looking glass

The sta^G#rs in the h^Ebeavens still shi^C#ne up above ^G#me How lov^C#ely they'd s^Beem if you were with me... But you're gone ^Ebmthrough the look^C#ing-glass And I ^Bam left to pass these nights alon^Bbe I'm l^G#ost, I'm d^Ebumb, I'm ^C#blind. I am d^G#runk with sadness, s^C#unk by madness The wav^Be overwhelms me, the m^Ebmirror repels me The ech^C#o of your la^Bugh drifts through the looking-glass and I am al^Bbone

No f^Ebmriendship,^Bb no comfort, no fu^Ebmture, no h^C#ome. The pa^Bst lingers w^Bbith me: You're all the l^C#ove I've ever kn^Down and witho^C#ut you I'm ^Bnot^Bbhing But e^Ebmmpty and sil^Bbent ref^Ebmlecting on all ^Bbthat I've^Ebm lost ^EbmI let you s^C#lip away so s^Boon ^Bb

^BbCan y^Bou h^Bbear m^G#e? Thi^Bbs is^B my^Bb son^G#g: ^BI am d^Emying, y^Bou are gon^Eme.

These w^G#ords are not ^Ebenough to save my sou^C#l They just ^G#mock me from the m^C#irror I'm co^Bld and I'm yearning, I've ^Ebmtold you I'm burning My e^C#yes can't stand the light... Like a st^Bray dog in the night I'll shuff^Bble off alone We ^Ebmall make our fut^Bbures but ^EbmI have lo^C#st mine I'm ^Ebmhoping for^Bb a miracle but fin^Ebmding no si^Bbgn...

The s^Btars in their const^Bbellations, each one just^B sadly flickers and ^C#falls With^Bout you, they mean n^Bbothing at ^Ebmall.