Peter Hammill - A Run of Luck lyrics

Disconnect, this circuit's broken, the juice is drained, the body weak and the head is bowed. I suspect what stays unspoken will prove to be a truer word than any we shout out loud, chests puffed up proud. Oh, life's so cheap that there's no doubt you'll be in too deep when your luck runs out, when you run aground, when you're done. Pay the debts, play the position, just don't pretend that you've not known all of this before. Misplaced bets, distressed conditions combine. When time runs out we know we can't ask for any more. This much is sure: that life's still great though the wick's burned up. You can only wait till your luck turns up. Still you're spun around until you're done.