Invasion from the outside

I can't believe my eyes

Can't see so clearly
A thick dark cloud is hanging all about me
Suffocating me suffocating me
Invasion from the outside
Works its way inward
Feeling like a bead
Of cold ice forming in a chamber
Of lost illustion

Window shop for love
Window shop for love
Want it so much
Look but don't touch

The Wipers, 1979