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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