Porcupine Tree - Deadwing lyrics
[Porcupine Tree - Deadwing lyrics]
And something warm and soft
Just passed through here
It took the precious things that I hold dear
It rifled through the cling and disappeared
The creeping darkness makes the
Small hours clearer
Like a cancer scare, in a dentist chair
Sucking in the air, wire across the stair
Kicking down the door at your local store
When your world of bore
Forces 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
Did you know you're on closed-circuit TV?
So smile at me
And a dream you had, of your mom and dad
On a beach somewhere
And the boys aren't there
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 a pane
I look with you into the speeding black rain
Afraid to touch someone
Afraid to ask her for a name
And in the morning when I
Find I have lost you
I throw a window open wide and step through
Just passed through here
It took the precious things that I hold dear
It rifled through the cling and disappeared
The creeping darkness makes the
Small hours clearer
Like a cancer scare, in a dentist chair
Sucking in the air, wire across the stair
Kicking down the door at your local store
When your world of bore
Forces 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
Did you know you're on closed-circuit TV?
So smile at me
And a dream you had, of your mom and dad
On a beach somewhere
And the boys aren't there
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 a pane
I look with you into the speeding black rain
Afraid to touch someone
Afraid to ask her for a name
And in the morning when I
Find I have lost you
I throw a window open wide and step through