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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Porcupine Tree
Porcupine Tree
Performer
Steven Wilson
Steven Wilson
Keyboards
Gavin Harrison
Gavin Harrison
Drums
Richard Barbieri
Richard Barbieri
Keyboards
Colin Edwin
Colin Edwin
Bass Guitar
Adrian Belew
Adrian Belew
Electric Guitar
Mikael Akerfeldt
Mikael Akerfeldt
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steven Wilson
Steven Wilson
Songwriter
Richard Barbieri
Richard Barbieri
Songwriter
Gavin Harrison
Gavin Harrison
Songwriter
Colin Edwin Balch
Colin Edwin Balch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steven Wilson
Steven Wilson
Producer

Lyrics

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
Written by: Colin Edwin Balch, Gavin Harrison, Richard Barbieri, Steven Wilson
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