When you want the score When you need a helping hand And you find closed doors And you're back where you began Keeping those secrets Telling those li… - Mike Oldfield

Somewhere far above has a new day risen
Way beyond the searchlight
(Comes a light, comes a light)
Then on a bright day at North Point
The gate was open wide
They chanced to look at what was inside

When I was younger I had an incredible sensitivity; I suppose there were too many brain cells, or they were organised in the wrong way, and they've either reorganised themselves or I've lost lots of them through alcohol and substance abuse. I can get along without being terrified now. Maybe I've just got used to it.

You can't speak, you can't sleep,
You daren't move, you're confused.
You never talk, you can't walk
You can't feel, you're not real...