Our hands are hot and raw with the stones we have laid, We have built a tower of stone high into the sky, We have built a city of towers.

We flow, we descend, we turn . . . and the eternal dreamer Moves among us like light, like evening air . . .

What did we build it for? Was it all a dream? . . . Ghostly above us in lamplight the towers gleam . . . And after a while they will fall to dust and rain; Or …

'I will ask them all, I will ask them all their dreams, I will hold my light above them and seek their faces. I will hear them whisper, invisible in their vein…

We never expected anything, actually. I think we still don't expect anything. We were proud of the album when we finished it, so whatever success it has we are…

Silently as a dream the fabric rose - No sound of hammer or of saw was there.

Was that disloyal of me? To look forward to the day when I could show you my work? Who else but you would understand what I achieved? Who else but me could kno…