Deadwing
And something warm and soft just passed through here
It took the precious things that I hold dearer
It rifled through the grey and disappeared
The creeping darkness makes the small hours clearer
Like a cancer scare in a 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've lost you
I throw a window open wide and step through
It took the precious things that I hold dearer
It rifled through the grey and disappeared
The creeping darkness makes the small hours clearer
Like a cancer scare in a 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've lost you
I throw a window open wide and step through
Credits
Writer(s): Steven John Wilson, Richard Barbieri, Gavin Richard Harrison, Colin Edwin Balch
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