The Incident (Live)

Get demolished
You get demolished

At junction eight the traffic starts to slow
Artilleries of braking lights and bluish glow
Ascending in a plumage of twisted steel
Shattered glass and confetti dashed upon the wheel

When a car crash gets you off you've lost your grip
When a fuck is not enough you know you've slipped
When a church is full it means you've just been had
When the world has gone to seed you're so detached

Got a feeling that I want you to be there
Got a feeling that I want you to be
Got a feeling that I want you to be there

Driving by on my way to somewhere else
I fill my lungs with a noxious burning smell
There is weed and grey concrete like this for miles
Dead souls in my rear view mirror hitch a ride a while

I want to be loved
Just want to be loved...



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Barbieri, Colin Edwin Balch, Gavin Richard Harrison, Steven John Wilson
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