This Is No Rehearsal

How many children did I bring to the 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)

Still, I remember how I dressed him this morning
And then, he was gone, stolen, my only one

This is no rehearsal
Play it back and throw things at the screen
This is no rehearsal
Somebody interpret this (for me)

This is no rehearsal
Play it back and throw things at the screen
This is no rehearsal
Somebody interpret this (for me)



Credits
Writer(s): Steven John Wilson, Richard Barbieri, Colin Edwin Balch, Christopher James Maitland
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