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Written by Steven Wilson
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
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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 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
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Written by Steven Wilson
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
And brings the day back
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