Tekster: Porcupine Tree. Deadwing. Deadwing.

And something warm and soft just passed through here
It took the precious things that I hold dearer
It rifled through the gray 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 specter 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
I throw a window open wide and step through