A body is washed up on a Norfolk beach He was a friend that I could not reach He thought I was cold but I understand But for the grace of God goes another
Camphor crossed with lace, it is the witching hour Cinematic but crude Teasing all my feelings out, you move away It seems so natural to you Still siren
Written by Steven Wilson Fuck you and your book too You can have it back When I'm gone these songs Will be my tracts And I had a stupid dream that I
Up there a mountain rises Down here an ocean dives A stranger with a head full of lead Photographs me Steel bars and a doctor's note Don't give up They
I sat in the room with a view The girl in the photograph knew Can't you see? Why is she laughing at me? I stumbled through the dark unaware The face
Modem load and fail-safe Electric teenage dust Hit the solvent keypad Start the neural rust Power on the highway Data in my head Surfing on the network
So see how long I can last You can pretend that I don't exist for you And I can laugh about it now But I hated every minute I was waiting for your e-mail
in grey Children laughing far away An empty courtyard wept alone Rain lashed down on darkened stone Tangerine trees and marmalade skies and Plasticine porters with looking glass ties Tangerine trees
Sunlight coming through the haze No gaps in the blind To let it inside The bed is unmade Some music still plays TV, yeah it's always on The flicker
I am in my pram Look you, I'm so new Oh, I am sleeping there Underneath the stairs If you wanted to You'd find inside my mind Things so surreal In the
You were the one that made her cry You were the one that told her lies You were the one whose brain moved in circles Neither and adult or a child Now
Six of one and half a dozen Black guitars and plastic blues Hide behind a wall of nothing Nothing said and nothing new Four chords that made a million
Written by Steven Wilson A dislocated day Peers in to the ether Counts the stars inside the sky And flies in to the never Looped around my eyelids A
A summer day In garlands I feel secure A useless faith That I will get you, somehow Reach out, I wonder where you are now Hey, there's you With
Such a pale light Such a long night Pick up that key Don't drop your gaze in your coffee Is it me? Do I look beautiful in the half light? It's been so
Nothing is new here underneath the sun All of the big new charlatans will sneer at us Barely a flicker of the light to come Only the people who always
[Lyrics - Wilson, music - Edwin, Wilson] This is a hate song just meant for you I thought that I'd write it down while I still could I hope when you