"The Plague of the Lighthouse Keepers"

"I still await my savior
The storms tear me apart
My fingers feel like seaweed
I’m so far out that I look too much inside
I am a lonely man
My solitude is real
My eyes have produced a sad testimony
And now even my nights are numbered
I’ve seen smiles on dead hands
The stars shine, but they are not for me

I prophesy disasters
And then I calculate the cost
I shine but, shining, dying,
I know I am almost lost
On my table white sheets
And my tower is built on stone
I only have dull scissors
I only have the most sincere home
I have been the witness, and the seal of death
Hangs in the melted wax that is my head

When you see the skeletons
Of the trees of sinking ships
You begin to wonder if the morals of all ancient myths (???)
Are solemnly directed straight at you..."

Van Der Graaf Generator - A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers (Lyrics)