Again Lyrics - Peter Hammill

I stretch my hands 

Clutch vacant laughter 

In silence and sweet, sweet pain 

Without demand 

But with a longing 

For what will never come again 

I smell your perfume 

On the sheets in the morning 

It linger like the patterns 

On the window after rain 

A past that lives 

If only for the present... 

Which is gone and will never come again 

To your sad eyes 

Turned away, mine say 

'Do you? Did you? How?' 

As the darkness 

Slides away the day 

Shows what was 

And makes what is now 

I see your picture 

As though it were a mirror 

But there's no part of you 

Outside the frame 

Except the change that you game to me: 

This will never come again 

I am me 

I was so before you 

But afterwards I am not the same 

You are gone 

And I am with you: 

This will never come again