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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Porcupine Tree
Porcupine Tree
Performer
Richard Barbieri
Richard Barbieri
Keyboards
Colin Edwin Balch
Colin Edwin Balch
Bass Guitar
Gavin Harrison
Gavin Harrison
Drums
Adrian Belew
Adrian Belew
Guitar
Steven John Wilson
Steven John Wilson
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Barbieri
Richard Barbieri
Composer
Colin Edwin Balch
Colin Edwin Balch
Composer
Gavin Harrison
Gavin Harrison
Composer
Steven John Wilson
Steven John Wilson
Composer
Adrian Belew
Adrian Belew
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steven John Wilson
Steven John Wilson
Producer

Songtexte

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
Writer(s): Steven John Wilson, Richard Barbieri, Gavin Richard Harrison, Colin Edwin Balch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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