Lyrics:

'Is that all there is to it?' He asks
'No more conjecture or controversy?
Don't think I could go through it
I couldn't live with the memory
Now is the hour, it comes eventually;
How great the power as it falls on me!'

He's raising his sense of occasion to the limit
(Big moment is coming up)
Practised, his sense of evasion... or is it?
(No sidestep or dummy run)
Craving a certain indulgence – would you give it?
Would you give it in time?

Treading water, making waves
From the cradle to the grave;
Home by a whisker – close shaves!
I'm waiting, what I said I meant:
No faking The Great Experiment
I'm waiting, what I said I meant:
No faking The Great Experiment

Near the end of the reel now
He's hanging on by his fingertips
Oh, he knows how it feels;
At last the kiss of unearthly lips
Now is the hour to get a tighter grip
How great the power as the tide begins to rip!

And he's raising his sense of occasion to the limit
(Big moment is coming up)
Practised, his sense of evasion... or is it?
(No sidestep or dummy run)
Craving a certain indulgence – would you give it?
Would you give it in time?

Treading water, making waves
From the cradle to the grave;
Home by a whisker – close shaves!
I'm waiting, what I said I meant:
No faking The Great Experiment
I'm waiting, what I said I meant:
No faking The Great Experiment
I'm waiting, what I said I meant:
No faking The Great Experiment
I'm waiting, what I said I meant:
No faking The Great Experiment


I'm waiting -
No faking The Great Experiment