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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Steven Wilson
Vocals
Randy McStine
Guitar
Russell Holzman
Drums
Adam Holzman
Synthesizer
Willow Beggs
Vocals
Theo Travis
Flute
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steven Wilson
Composer
Andy Partridge
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steven Wilson
Mixing Engineer
Randy McStine
Sound Design
Lyrics
[Intro]
I incline myself to space
[Instrumental]
There was no ghost on the moor
No open window
No monkey's paw
[Chorus]
There in the mist
You asked me, "Did you forget I exist?"
[Instrumental]
I said, "Yes"
But you played too hard to get
[Instrumental]
The Buddha of the modern age
Is barely paid minimum wage
To dole out truth and healthy karma
The same he gave to our forefathers
When once we reached to touch the sky
Now we have no need to try
The blurred photos of ghosts of men
Such permanence, we don't comprehend
Slaughter the sacred cow
To stuff our stupid mouths
Already fit to burst
Still the insatiable thirst
To kill over and over
We interlopers, the inferior species
Wallow in our own faeces
Gazing down at our navels
And no longer able
To find some kind of perspective
Amongst all the invective glory
In pathways of dopamine
Until time intervenes
Rabble struck dumb
Dementia or overcome
Stampeding
But we have no need to try
[Instrumental]
Her shopping bag broke sending eggs and flour crashing
Down to the ground, just like star clusters smashing
But, no one will give her a glance
They just shuffle on home in a trance
The tiniest lives fill their hives up with worry
To make it to church, well, she'll need to hurry
When late, she will bow down contrite
While a meteor turns out the light
[Chorus]
And there, in an ordinary street
A car isn't where it would normally be
The driver in tears, 'bout his payment arrears
Still, nobody hears when a sun disappears
In a galaxy afar
[Instrumental]
First day of the new job, and he was so nervous
The suit and the platitude, "Can I be of service?"
His boss made him clean all the cars
While he wondered, "Is there life on Mars?"
And meanwhile, the stars line themselves up in order
While we bicker on with our fences and borders
But best not to think about that
It's better to live without facts
[Chorus]
And now in her old wedding bed
A lady will dream that her husband is dead
Of course he's alive, he'll be home around five
Still, silence arrives, when a nebula dives
Into our Milky Way
[Instrumental]
The thunder and rain start, the paving stones melt
And oddly the first spots make Orion's belt
As you queue at the bank for an hour
'Cause a solar flare blew out the power
The nurse in the care home now empties a bath tub
The water will spiral, a galaxy's vast hub
Is draining away as we speak
But she loses her job there next week
[Chorus]
And there with his first telescope
A teenager stands full of hormones and hope (A teenager stands full of hormones and hope)
As he squints at the night, like a painting of light
He doesn't suppose that a black hole implodes
In a trillion tears from now (Ah)
[Instrumental]
Back then, in time, we spoke, up for, the Earth
The truth, the proof, but in, our hearts, the words
We used, were not, to break, or kill, this spell
Only, to warn, to track, the dark, that fell
And now, here we, be the, few that, survive
The ones, who knew, look back, in our, hindsight
Knowing, always, there would, should be, an end
Knowing, it was, just a, question, of when
Each of, these souls, just one, in a billion
Each of, the stars, just one, in a trillion
We move, on through, so dead, so black, the void
And still, back there, in dust, the Earth, destroyed
[Verse 1]
Back then, in time, we spoke, up for, the Earth
The truth, the proof, but in, our hearts, the words
We used, were not, to break, or kill, this spell
Only, to warn, to track, the dark, that fell
And now, here we, be the, few that, survive
The ones, who knew, look back, in our, hindsight
Knowing, always, there would, should be, an end
Knowing, it was, just a, question, of when
Each of, these souls, just one, in a billion
Each of, the stars, just one, in a trillion
We move, on through, so dead, so black, the void
And still, back there, in dust, the Earth, destroyed
[Instrumental]
I incline myself to space
[Instrumental]
There was no ghost on the moor
No open window
No monkey's paw
[Chorus]
There in the mist, you asked me
"Did you forget I exist?"
[Instrumental]
I said, "Yes"
'Cause you played too hard to get
Written by: Andy Partridge, Steven Wilson