Lyrics: Alan Duffy / Music: Steven Wilson
The butterfly sailed on the breeze
Past a field of barbed wire trees
Where golden dragons chased around
Pampered poppies on the ground
Two silver trout sat way on high
And watched a royal samurai
Plant two black orchids in a box
And strap it to a laughing fox
A minstrel bought a crooked spoon
He gave it to a blue baboon
Who filled it full of virgin snow
And watched it in the afterglow
Fat toad stood in his ballet shoes
Teaching sixteen kangaroos
How to skip across a lake
They found it hard to stay awake
A pharaoh played a merry tune
And watched nine cats dance on the moon
I didn't know what all this meant
I didn't know why I'd been sent.
The Insignificance version of Nine Cats has the following additional verse at the end:
I threw 5 clocks down on my bed
The chimes danced out on golden threads
And turned to footprints on my wall
Sequined tears began to fall
Jupiter Island is full of pleasures
Glowing gardens holding hidden treasures
Luminous flowers of yellows and greens
Glittering petals that have to be seen
Here's your chance don't let it pass you by
Take my hand and we'll fly
Jupiter Island is surrounded by oceans
Majestic ballerinas with graceful motions
Magenta forests on a crimson sea
The electric clouds are as vivid as can be
Scarlet moons in a domino sky
Take my hand and we'll fly
Come on let's fly to Jupiter Island
Just take my hand and we'll fly
Jupiter Island is full of mountains
Ruby rivers and sapphire fountains
Chessboard lawns bible black and white
The pink and blue trees are incredibly bright
An orange sunset painted on the sky
Take my hand and we'll fly
Jupiter Island is full of people
But you can't see them unless you want to
Lying in the hay on a hot sunny day
Everyone's happy so no-one's gay
Laughter from the children dances way on high Take my
hand and we'll fly
Jupiter Island is full of meadows
Fertile pastures for growing rainbows
Illuminated portraits from strange orchestrations
Lost in a collage of its own creations
Never a chance to wave goodbye
I pull off the road
East of Baldock and Ashford
Feeling for my cell
In the light from the dashboard
Hissing from the road
The smell of rain in the air con
Maybe check the news
Or just put a tape on
Lighting up a smoke
I've got this feeling inside me
Don't feel too good
If I close my eyes
And fell asleep in this layby
Would it all subside
The fever pushing the day by
Motor window wind
I could do with some fresh air
Can't breathe too well
(She waits for me. Home waits for me.)
I guess I should go now
She's waiting to make up
To tell me she's sorry
And how much she missed me
I guess I'm just burnt out
I really should slow down
I'm perfectly fine but
I just need to lie down
We'll grow old together
We'll grow old together
Open your eyes now
Hear me out before I lose my mind
I've been waiting for hours
Let the salt flow, feel my coil unwind
Give me a smile please
Count the calm and watch my breathing slow
Winding me up tease
Get inside my head and make it show
Gravity eyelids come down
Touching your oil skin
Slipping hands down past your waist to find
I've been waiting for hours
Let the salt flow, feel my coil unwind
Go to the edge swim
Brown the eyes that sleep has rendered blind
1. Gravity eyelids come down
2. Come love so young with your gold arms so I wake her
Written by Steven Wilson
I'm sending you a letter
Because I don't think there's much time
Time to clear the cobwebs
Time to bear the crime
It's only a number
It's only a death
Another soldier died in action
The telegram regrets
I'm lying on a stretcher
They're lying to my face
There's no-one left to help me
I'm just a waste of space
It's a matter of moments
I'll be dead before you've read
There's blood on the table
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 hear this you'll want to sue
Oh it's a lonely life in my empty bed
And it's a quiet life that leaks from my head
These are the last rites
The line is dead
Yes, I'm hearing voices too
I cross the city backwards
There's a lot of soul to find
A million ways to loose control
I've got colourflow in mind
I find a safer haven And get myself a line
Feel the urge to climb the walls
I've got colourflow in mind
Turn on, tune in, shut down
It's a way to pass the time
Check out of my braincell again
I've got colourflow in mind
I won't shiver in the cold
I won't let the shadows take their toll
I won't cover my head in the dark
And I won't forget you when we part
Collapse the Light Into Earth
I won't heal given time
I won't try to change your mind
I won't feel better in the cold light of day
But I wouldn't stop you if you wanted to stay
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Little retrograde, wonder where you are
Another motorcade, under radar
A boy in borrowed clothes, knows he is a girl
Shards of light come down, stillness in the air
Big sleeper, your deeper, too deep for me yeah
Speak clearer, can't hear you, I'm going under
On the mountain side, hold me in your gaze
I'm sending you a letter
Because I don't think there's much time
Time to lear the cobwebs
Time to bear the crime
It's only a number
It's only a death
Another soldier died in action
The telegram regrets
I'm lying on a stretcher
They're lyring to my face
There's no-one left to help me
I'm just a waste of space
It's a matter of moments
I'll be dead before you've read
There's blood on the table
And my back is full of lead
[Written by Steven Wilson]
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Dried up, a guitar upon my knee
I should have sold out when the devil came for me
Dig a hole and throw it out to sea
Break the code, how happy I could be
I still wave at the dots on the shore
And I still beat my head against the door
I still rage and wage my little war
I'm a shade and easy to ignore
White wall, I had to paint a door
I always find that I've been through it before
Close it up and throw away the key
Break the code, how happy I could be
I woke up and I had a big idea
To buy a new soul at the start of every year
I paid up and it cost me pretty dear
[Written by Steven Wilson]
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[Written by Steven Wilson and Richard Barbieri]
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God is in my fingers God is in my head
God is in the trigger God is in the lead
God is freedom, God is truth
God is power and God is proof
God is fashion, God is fame
God gives meaning, God gives pain
You can be right like me
With God in the hole you're a righteous soul
I got a halo round me, I got a halo round me
I'm not the same as you
Cos I've seen the light and I'm gaining in height now
I got a halo round me, I got a halo round me
I got a halo round my head
God is on the cell phone God is on the net
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 long
Years have gone
Since I belonged
Hold me please
Stay with me
And I will sleep
I will go now
But I will be with you
Hold my gaze
Feeling all your touching
Feeling all your blood
Feeling all your touching
Feeling all your love
Seen it through a windscreen
Seen it through the glass
Seen it in a bad dream
Lyrics - Alan Duffy
Music - Steven Wilson
The first thing that I saw as,
the fisherman smiled at me
Were empty people dressed in grey,
floating out to sea
The rain lashed down in darkness
A lizard blinked an eye
And time stopped in the silence
The small fish gave a cry
The next thing that I saw as,
things were fading fast
Were dreams of children's laughter,
smouldering to dust
The rain lashed down in darkness
A lizard blinked an eye
And time stopped in the silence
The small fish gave a cry
The last thing that I saw as, my life passed by
Were fields of empty people, laying down to die
The rain lashed down in darkness
A lizard blinked an eye
And time stopped in the silence
Written by Steven Wilson
I need you more than you can know
And if I hurt myself it's just for show
I found a better way to curb the pain
You put a trigger here inside my brain
Mother I need her
I'm falling apart
Mother I need her
And it's only the start
I may be nothing now but I will rise
I'll have more followers than jesus christ
Through all the smashing things and crashing cars
At the age of sixteen
I grew out of hope
I regarded the cosmos
Through a circle of rope
So I threw out my plans
Ran on to the wheel
And emptied my head
Of all childish ideals
The sleep of no feeling
I married the first girl
Who wasn't a man
And smiled as the spiders
Ran all over my hands
Made a good living
By dying it's true
As the world in my TV
Leaked onto my shoes
[Written by Steven Wilson]
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[Written by Steven Wilson]
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You move in waves
You never retrace
Your newest craze
Straight out of the Face by the bed unread
I'm left behind
Like all the others
Some fall for you
It doesn't make much difference if they do
She changes every time you look
By summer it was all gone - now she's moved on
She called you every other day
So savour it it's all gone - now she's moved on
So for a while
Everything seemed new
Did we connect ?
I don't remember
Did something in my past create a hole?
Don't use your gender
To drive a stake right through my soul
I live to function
On my own is all I know
No friends to mention
No distraction, nowhere to go
Shallow, shallow Give it to me
Scissors cutting out your anger
Shallow, shallow No good to me, not if you bleed
Bite your tongue, ignore the splinter
This city drains me
Well maybe it's the smell of gasoline
The millions pain me
Written by Steven Wilson
Telepath Carbon trapped under stone
Brother mother pale body is thrown
Only way I know to have fun
Fill up my blood, my veins, my lungs
ESP city - rainy and blue
Burn down this town, I give it to you
Aero shallow, photograph blind
Stage fright, black light, coma divine
No sense of time
Sever tomorrow
Exitless mind - ESP Sever tomorrow
School out invective, losing my voice
Film shredding on in multiple choice
America calls, I must go
Hear the sound of music
Drifting in the aisles
Elevator Prozac
Stretching on for miles
The music of the future
Will not entertain
It's only meant to repress
And neutralise your brain
Soul gets squeezed out
Edges get blunt
Demographic
Gives what you want
Now the sound of music
Comes in silver pills
Engineered to suit you
Building cheaper thrills
The music of rebellion
Makes you wanna rage
But it's made by millionaires
Who are nearly twice your age
One of the wonders of the world is going down
It's going down I know
It's one of the blunders of the world that no-one cares
Always in my thoughts you are
Always in my dreams you are
I got your voice on tape, I got your spirit in a photograph
Always out of reach you are
Cold inside my arms you are
Simple like a child you are
I remember when you took my hand and led me through the rain
Down inside my soul you are
The more I show the way I feel
The less I find you give a damn
The more I get to know
The less I find that I understand
Innocent, the time we spent
Forgot to mention we're good friends
You thought it was the start of something beautiful?
Well think again.
Mother lost her looks for you
Father never wanted you
I trust to love and then I find you never really felt the same
Written by Steven Wilson
At the age of sixteen
I grew out of hope
I regarded the cosmos
Through a circle of rope
So I threw out my plans
Ran on to the wheel
And emptied my head
Of all childish ideals
The sleep of no feeling
I married the first girl
Who wasn't a man
And smiled as the spiders
Ran all over my hands
Made a good living
By dying it's true
As the world in my TV
We lost the skyline
We stepped right off the map
Drifted in to blank space
And let the clocks relapse
We laughed the rain down
Slow burn on the lawn
Ghosts across the lawn
Swallowed up the storm
Sometimes I feel like a fist
Sometimes I am the colour of air
Sometimes it's only afterwards
I find that I'm not there
In the dream dusk
We walked beside the lake
We watched the sky move sideways
And heard the evening break
Sometimes I feel like a fist
Sometimes I am the colour of air
Sometimes it's only afterwards
I find that I'm not there
Springtime is over
Don't head for home
Creep up the ladder
And steal over stone
No time to forget this
World's in your eyes
Sway in the cloud blur
And light up the sky
Cast off the colour
And tune in to black
The moon touches your shoulder
We lost the skyline
We stepped right off the map
Drifted in to blank space
And let the clocks relapse
We laughed the rain down
Slow burn on the lawn
Ghosts across the lawn
Swallowed up the storm
Sometimes I feel like a fist
Sometimes I am the colour of air
Sometimes it's only afterwards
I find that I'm not there
In the dream dusk
We walked beside the lake
We watched the sky move sideways
And heard the evening break
Sometimes I feel like a fist
Sometimes I am the colour of air
Sometimes it's only afterwards
I find that I'm not there
A systematic killer
Returning from Madrid
Murdered Mozart in his garden
Mussolini ran and hid
He was chosen by his elders
Sitting on the shelf
They passed his heart to Satan
Who showered them with wealth
A Purple Haze crawled on the lawn
Where lonely angels played
And Shakespeare wrote of Vietnam
While a president decayed
Hollow laughter from below
Cracked the sky in two
As Manson dance inside the flames
And the yellow changed to blue
Swinging from a length of rope
Ruth Ellis blew a kiss
Merlin spoke to Norma Jean
And granted her a wish
Mark Chapman stared at fantasy
Bare wires burned his brain
As Sergeant Pepper led the band
Playing through the rain
The third eye on the surface
Opens up my mind
Twin visions in production
Riding on a unicorn stranded in my mind
Electric raven met me there
To see what we could find
Strange days incredible days
Bring all my children to me
Strange ways incredible ways
On a dark stars endless journey
Endless remains of fading dreams
Lies stranded with the past
We climb up on the wind of change
We say "you know the jokes on you"
Strange days incredible days
Bring all my children to me
Strange ways incredible ways
On a dark stars endless journey
Strange days incredible days
He captured and collected things
And he put them in a shed
He raised a proper family
So he could tie them to a bed
The creator had a mastertape
But he left it in a cab
I stared into the void tonight
The best dream I ever had
He worked himself into the ground
And drove a spike into his head
A voice said "Are you happy now?'
Your sordid home is running red
Pills and chloroform
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Written by Steven Wilson
Ghosts in the park
Appear just after dark
Killers, children ...
But no-one has a harp
They look like tourists
It makes me want to laugh
Under floorboards
It's hard to fly a kite
Underwater
My cigarette won't light
Standing in the shade
I'm getting frostbite
Strange as I seem
I'm getting stranger by the minute
Look in my dreams
They're getting stranger by the minute
When I'm drowning
You drag me up to you
Rings in the water
My only residue
But you're just fiction
Written by Steven Wilson
This song leaks out onto the pavement
It could be a joke, it could be a statement
The more that I fake it and pretend I don't care
The more you can read in to what isn't there
Maybe it's time to stop swimming
Maybe it's time to find out where I'm at
What I should do and where I should be
But no-one will give me a map
I'll leave now this can't continue
But I forget which door I came through
And I know that the lift can be painfully slow
The moon shook and curled up like gentle fire
The ocean glazed and melted wire
Voices buzzed in spiral eyes
Stars dived in blinding skies
Stars die. Blinding skies.
Tree cracked and mountain cried
Bridges broke, window sighed
Cells grew up and rivers burst
Sound obscured and sense reversed
Idle mind and severed soul
Silent nerves and begging bowl
Shallow haze to blast a way
Written by Steven Wilson
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You think I deserve this
You said I was stupid
All my thoughts are like coal
But Russia on ice is burning a hole
Can't stop myself drinking
Can't stop being me
If I call will you come and will you save me?
I see the whole thing come down
I burn it to the ground
Well what the hell did you say?
You said you hate me this way
It's just a matter of time
A drop in the ocean
A significant motion
Nothing melts in this cold
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Run through forests on a hot Summer day
Trying to break down walls of numbing pain
Give me the freedom to destroy
Give me radioactive toy
Taste the water from a stream of running death
Eat the apple and cough a dying breath
Feel the sun burning through your black skin
Pour me into a hole, inform my next of kin
Run through graveyards on a dusty Winter day
We made the world believe we didn't care
We gate crashed parties and just stood and stared
We moved to London and stayed in all year
You wrote poetry while I disappeared
You made a choice for us to live it up
I've got a voice inside me saying give it up
Let's get out of here, let's find a new career
You be famous, I'll disappear
Disappear - I erase myself again
I need security, you favour chance
I ponder everything, you advance
You bring the world to me and I just sneer
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Lyrics: Alan Duffy / Music: Steven Wilson
A systematic killer
Returning from Madrid
Murdered Mozart in his garden
Mussolini ran and hid
He was chosen by his elders
Sitting on the shelf
They passed his heart to Satan
Who showered them with wealth
A Purple Haze crawled on the lawn
Where lonely angels played
And Shakespeare wrote of Vietnam
While a president decayed
Hollow laughter from below
Cracked the sky in two
As Manson dance inside the flames
And the yellow changed to blue
Swinging from a length of rope
Ruth Ellis blew a kiss
Merlin spoke to Norma Jean
And granted her a wish
Mark Chapman stared at fantasy
Bare wires burned his brain
As Sergeant Pepper led the band
Playing through the rain
The third eye on the surface
Opens up my mind
Twin visions in production
This long silence you will find
Written by Steven Wilson
How many children did I bring into this world?
How many did I lose in the shopping arcade?
This is no rehearsal - play it back
and throw things at the screen
This is no rehearsal - somebody
interpret this for me
And still I remember how I dressed him this morning
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I saw her footprints on the sea
I knew her eyes were watching me
So I ventured further in my mind
In the hope that I would find:
"Tangerine Trees and Marmalade Skies and
Plasticine Porters with Looking Glass Ties"
My mind had formed a mental prison
I cried aloud no-one would listen
Then floating through the heavy mist
My vision took a sudden twist
Empty people stood in grey
Children laughing far away
An empty courtyard wept alone
Rain lashed down on darkened stone
A crystal glove points to the door
A threshold I had crossed before
On turning back all I could see
Written by Steven Wilson
Waiting... to be born again
Wanting... the saddest kind of pain
Waiting for the day when I will crawl away
Nothing is what I feel
Waiting... for the drugs to make it real
Waiting... for the day when I will crawl away
Waiting... to be disciplined
Aching... for your nails across my skin
Train set and match spied under the blind
Shiny and contoured the railway winds
And I've heard the sound from my cousin's bed
The hiss of the train at the railway head
Always the summers are slipping away
A 60 ton angel falls to the earth
A pile of old metal, a radiant blur
Scars in the country, the summer and her
Always the summers are slipping away
Find me a way for making it stay
When I hear the engine pass
I'm kissing you wide
The hissing subsides
I'm in luck
When the evening reaches here
You're tying me up
I'm dying of love
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Written by Steven Wilson
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[Written by Steven Wilson]
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Waiting... to be born again
Wanting... the saddest kind of pain
Waiting for the day when I will crawl away
Nothing is what I feel
Waiting... for the drugs to make it real
Waiting... for the day when I will crawl away
Waiting... to be disciplined
Aching... for your nails across my skin
Waiting... for the day when I will crawl away
[Instrumental]
[Written by Porcupine Tree]
[Instrumental]
I don't know whose side I'm on
I don't think that I belong round here
If I left the stage would that be wrong ?
I tried to find myself a better way
I got religion but I went astray
They took my money and I lost my faith
Rain keeps crawling down the glass
The good times never seem to last
Close your eyes and let the thought pass
I tried the capsule and I tried the smoke
I tried to aid escape like normal folk
But I never seemed to get the joke
These are my old clothes
This is a new low
This is my blood flow
This is my headstone
I spend my days with all my friends
They're the ones on who my life depends
I'm gonna miss them when the series ends
Rain keeps crawling down the glass
(Pull yourself together)
The good times never seem to last
(You know it's not so bad)
Close your eyes and let the thought pass
I remember piano lessons
The hours in freezing rooms
Cruel ears and tiny hands
Destroying timeless tunes
She said there's too much out there
Too much already said
You'd better give up hoping
You're better off in bed
You don't need much to speak of
No class, no wit, no soul
Forget you own agenda
Get ready to be sold
I feel now like Christine Keeler
Sleepwaking in the rain
I didn't mean to lose direction
I didn't want that kind of fame
(Take your hands off my land)
Credit me with some intelligence
(if not just credit me)
I come in value packs of ten
(in five varieties)
And even though I got it all now
My only stupid dream
I see you and me together
And how it should have been
I remember piano lessons
Now everything seems clear
You waiting under streetlights
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Phantoms
I look at all the sad story people
Lost in the seasons passing them by
Inside my head lies a life on an island
Flooded with darkness deep into the sky
But they're only the strangers on a train
Passing through my mind again and again
But it's lonely to stand in this heat
Deep in the woods who knows who you'll meet
But I didn't know the hill would be the steep
And I didn't know the sea would be this deep
And I'm sorry I treat you this way
Deep inside the shell I crawl into
Crying alone I know I'll get by
Please stay away
I just don't want to see you
The things that you say I know they're all lies
But I don't understand what the story's about
Explain to me please how the sunlight got out
Please don't leave me here
Dreaming alone with phantoms
[Written by Steven Wilson]
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[Written by Steven Wilson]
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Six of one a half a dozen
Black guitars and plastic blues
Hide behind a wall of nothing
Nothing said and nothing new
4 Chords that made a million
You belong there on the cover
You are the emperor in new clothes
A man who thinks he owns the future
Will sell your vacuum with his prose
4 Chords that made a million
And then a moron with a cheque book
Will take you out to lunch who knows ?
He will tell you you're a saviour
And then he'll drop you like a stone
4 Chords that made a million
And I have tried and I have died
Trying to get through
But in the end I can't defend you.
A tiny flame inside my hand
A compromise I never planned
Unravel out the finer strands
And I'm looking at a blank page now
Should I fill it up with words somehow?
I whispered something in her ear
I bare my soul but she don't hear
The scratching of a mellotron
It always seemed to make her cry
Well maybe she remembers us
Collecting space up in the sky
Nothing rises from my feet of clay, but it's OK
Red mist spreads across my fingertips, ardour slips
I lay her gently on my clothes
She will leave me yes I know
And I'm looking at a blank page now
Should I fill it up with words somehow?
The scratching of a mellotron
It always seemed to make her cry
Well maybe she remembers us
Collecting space up in the sky
Nothing rises from my feet of clay, but it's OK
Red mist spreads across my fingertips, ardour slips
Don't look at me with your mother's eyes or your killer smile
Sing a lullaby
Don't look back into black
Don't let the memory of sound drag you down
To end as friends so painful
Don't look down
Paralysed
Lips of Ashes
Synchronised
Blue vein crashes
Touching you inside
Idolised
Black Eyes fading
You and I
Connection failing
Linton Samuel Dawson
Lives in inner space
He hangs around with a circus troupe
Outside the human race
Linton Samuel Dawson
Has just reached 25
Artists travel from outside time
Just to see his rainbow jive
He's bored, He's bored.
Linton Samuel Dawson
Yields his knowledge in a phial
A vivid play on an emerald day
I s experienced in his smile
Linton Samuel Dawson
Visits many open minds
He aids escape to tranquility
From the boredom of mankind
Boredom. From the boredom.
The sun is a light bulb
A candle's a treat
The curtains stay closed now
On my little retreat
And I'll only take medicine
If it's followed by sweets
A sickly pink liquid
That puts me to sleep
My head beats a better way
Tomorrow a better day
And I can watch TV
While I'm wrapped up in bed
And mother makes sure that
I'm watered and fed
My best from school will
Come over and stare
At me in my bubble
Of germified air
When I'm asleep the smoke fills me
I feel the heat
My illness leaves me
The sun is a light bulb
A candle's a treat
The curtains stay closed now
On my little retreat
But after a while
The noise from the street
Is making me wish I
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[Written by Steven Wilson]
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[Written by Chris Maitland]
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If you fall asleep with me
You can dream and drowse
The miuntes turn to hours
We could climb a tree or two
And watch the sun go down
Upon our sleepy town
After all the time I spent with you
Summer went away
And we just weren't the same
It's just you and me alone
Not grown ups but not kids
I locked myself inside the capsule
And watched the planet slowly turning blue
The lights before me flashed and sparkled
Holding keys to lives I've wandered through
Circuits buzzing, visions passing
Mysterious and cold upon the screen
Glowing, flowing with the currents
Yet never knowing where I've really been
The floating seeds of timeless travel
Come to rest in planes that don't exist
Visiting worlds of crystal beauty
Offering dreams so very hard to resist
I've seen the past, I've seen the future
Beyond dimension and into empty space
Finding questions, never answers
Dust in the kitchen
Coffeepot
Microdots
Now we are coasting
Talking less
Breathing stress
Somewhere inside
I have died
So I will lie
In formaldehyde
People walk
Through my insides
When I get out of here
I get a plastic vase
And you get to keep the car
Or do you want me to stay ?
The things that I have to say
You've heard it all anyway
Send me to sleep
You always could
Fatherhood
Tie up loose ends
Make it stop
Forget me not
And would you really mind
If I told you a millionth time
The story of my decline ?
You never seem to take
The time to contemplate
We lost the skyline
We stepped right off the map
Drifted in to blank space
And let the clocks relapse
We laughed the rain down
Slow burn on the lawn
Ghosts across the delta
Swallowed up the storm
Sometimes I feel like a fist
Sometimes I am the colour of air
Sometimes it's only afterwards
I find that I'm not there
In the dream dusk
We walked beside the lake
We watched the sky move sideways
The letters pile up in the hallway
Junk mail and bills from the catalogues
And the neighbours have guessed 'cos I've cancelled the milk
And they don't hear your voice through the walls anymore
How is your life today ?
I was kissed on the cheek by a cold mouth
While the taxi was waiting like a getaway car
Each second seems like a lifetime
And the cat it's been staring at me all this time
[instrumental]
[Written by Wilson, Barbieri, Edwin and Maitland]
[Instrumental]
[Written by Steven Wilson and Edwin Colin]
[Instrumental]
[instrumental]
Black the sky, weapons fly
Lay them waste for your race
Black the sky, weapons fly
Lay them waste for your race
Black the sky, weapons fly
Lay them waste for your race
Black the sky, weapons fly
And something warm and soft just passed through here
It took the precious things that I hold dearer
It rifled through the grey and disappeared
The creeping darkness makes the small hours clearer
Like a cancer scare
In the dentist's chair
Sucking in the air
Wire across the stair
Kicking down the door
At your local store
With the world at war
Voices through the floor
Unexpected news
Wearing high heeled shoes
Blowing out the fuse
Paying all your dues
Deadwing lullaby
Like a fracture tied
It's a worthless lie
To the public eye
I don't take waifs and strays back home with me
My bleeding heart does not extend to charity
Yes I'd have to say I like my privacy
And did you know you're on closed circuit TV? So smile at me
And a dream you had
Of your mum and dad
On a beach somewhere
And the poison air
With the cancer threat
In a cigarette
Deadwing lullaby
Find a place to hide
And from the yellow windows of the last train
A spectre from the next life breathes his fog on the pane
I look with you into the speeding black rain
Afraid to touch someone, afraid to ask her for her name
And in the morning when I find I have lost you
So you have been of use
And you have been abused
You know you look pale today
Your lipstick has gone astray
You sold out and lost your looks
You gave away all your books
(You should drown with me)
Your coil has been wound up tight
Unwind it with me tonight
(You should drown with me)
Tyre tracks Fresh on the ground
Where she will be found
Held under the water
Resting there in a stream
View from the cold water
Buried in green
Orange filter sky
Your drowning in family there
When will you come up for air
(You should drown with me)
Don't feel you let 'em down
Cos they have already drowned
Written by Steven Wilson
A light snow is falling on London
All sign of the living has gone
The train pulls into the stations
And no-one gets off and no-one gets on
Don't hate me
I'm not special like you
I'm tired and I'm so alone
Don't fight me
I know you'll never care
Can I call you on the telephone, now and then?
One light burns in a window
It guides all the shadows below
Inside the ghost of a parting
And no-one is left, just the cigarette smoke
Don't hate me
I'm not special like you
I'm tired and I'm so alone
Don't fight me
I know you'll never care
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 thousand shining flecks
Pale against the canvas
Which hangs around my neck
Dislocated day
I will find a way
To make you say
The name of your forgiver
Stood beside an inlet
A starfish leads a dance
It dreams it is a human
And falls into a trance
A hole inside my body
Is wired up to a charge
Chemical imbalance
Tells me who you are
Insects hide the silence
November brings deep rain
Between the flow to freezing
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 man
And I may just waste away from doing nothing
But I'm a martyr to even less
A choir boy is buried on the moors
Where we used to go dreaming when we were bored
Some kids are best left to fend for themselves
And others were born to stack shelves
And I may just waste away from doing nothing
But I'm a martyr to even less
Fuck you and your book too
You can have it back
When I'm gone these songs will
Will be my tracks
And I had a stupid dream that I could change things
But I'm a martyr to even less
I hate the ground that I have walked upon
Nothing I've done has ever mattered long
I'm sitting in the concrete
I'm listening for a heartbeat
I'm sitting in the painting
I promised I'd be waiting
I'm sitting in the window
I'm listening to the wind blow
I'm sitting in an hour glass
I'm waiting for the march past
I'm sitting in the doorway
I'm wishing for a new day
I'm choking in the landscape
I'm cutting through the red tape
I'm sitting in the concrete
I'm listening for a heartbeat
And the joke has crossed the line
And the final word is mine
And the mist has touched the wood
And the words are understood
And the sand has drifted high
And the blind man gave a cry
And the swallows dance above the sun
And the swallows dance above the sun
Yeah
I'm sitting on the ceiling
I had to know the feeling
I'm sitting in the shelter
I'm going down helter skelter
I'm sitting in the concrete
I'm listening for a heartbeat
Every time I turn around
There's another face watching me
Every time I turn around
There's another voice calling me
Every time I turn around
There's another fool reading me
Every time I turn around
I feel no pain
'Cos I'm an island
I will remain
In the deafness of your silence
I love you sometimes
Always never
He said you're here
Here with me now
I feel no gain
When you're around me
I'll try again
In the darkness you astound me
I love you sometimes
Always never
He said you're here
Here with me now
I love you sometimes
Always never
He said you're here
Here with me now
It's growing cold
I'm growing old
Is this the only way to see the fire?
Access denied
All of the smarter kids they stay inside
But out in the pouring rain
You're kicking me with that look of sheer disdain
The fat controller man
He doesn't understand he's my biggest fan
So I'll stay here on the floor
It's better to be ignored than to be adored
Church spires ticking
Hose pipes hissing
Don't want to smother you
Just want you to be the mother of my children (now)
And you do
Good morning lucky man
I hope you enjoyed your sojourn in Japan
It's such a perfect scene
Written by Steven Wilson
Stranded here on planet earth
It's not much but it could be worse
Everything's free here, there's no crowds
Winter lasted five long years
No sun will come again I fear
Chemical harvest was sown
And I will wait for you
Until the sky is blue
And I will wait for you
What else can I do?
A spaceship from another star
They ask me where all the people are
What can I tell them?
I tell them I'm the only one
There was a war but I must have won
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