Peter Hammill
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She likes to keep God out of church,
especially when she prays:
all in its place, all safely stored
for some rogation day....
the paradox is so apparent,
the sense absurd, but all too real;
the nonsense is arrant
but she just wants to feel comfortable.

A pound in the collection-box,
a name-plate by the aisle;
she always wears a hat,
for He'll appreciate the style.
Pays no attention to the sermon,
Christ in himself has no appeal,
the social custom is the turn-on
and she just wants to feel comfortable.

Treading not on her illusions,
I will not walk upon my own:
we stand among the creature comforts;
we're standing on
the stockpiles of first stones.

We stand on the brink of the Ultrapower,
assume it's a proper place,
view the living hour by hour
in the first person singular case.
On with the usual, complacent,
wait for the mortal wound to heal
when the abyss is adjacent...
what right have we gotto feel
comfortable?

On with the usual complacency,
on with the customary zeal;
she doesn't need to match a valency,
she just wants to feel comfortable.

It's her blindness and her blessing
that the thought will not occur
that heaven, when it comes, might have
no special place for her.
She'll never look at the enigma,
she doesn't want things quite that real.
Oh, that's some kind of stigma --
What right has she got to feel
comfortable?

She doesn't want to think about it,
she doesn't want to talk about it,
she doesn't want to look at it.
It makes her feel uncomfortable.



Mirror lyrics:


It makes her feel uncomfortable.
she doesn't want to look at it.
she doesn't want to talk about it,
She doesn't want to think about it,

comfortable?
What right has she got to feel
Oh, that's some kind of stigma --
she doesn't want things quite that real.
She'll never look at the enigma,
no special place for her.
that heaven, when it comes, might have
that the thought will not occur
It's her blindness and her blessing

she just wants to feel comfortable.
she doesn't need to match a valency,
on with the customary zeal;
On with the usual complacency,

comfortable?
what right have we gotto feel
when the abyss is adjacent...
wait for the mortal wound to heal
On with the usual, complacent,
in the first person singular case.
view the living hour by hour
assume it's a proper place,
We stand on the brink of the Ultrapower,

the stockpiles of first stones.
we're standing on
we stand among the creature comforts;
I will not walk upon my own:
Treading not on her illusions,

and she just wants to feel comfortable.
the social custom is the turn-on
Christ in himself has no appeal,
Pays no attention to the sermon,
for He'll appreciate the style.
she always wears a hat,
a name-plate by the aisle;
A pound in the collection-box,

but she just wants to feel comfortable.
the nonsense is arrant
the sense absurd, but all too real;
the paradox is so apparent,
for some rogation day....
all in its place, all safely stored
especially when she prays:
She likes to keep God out of church,


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