The Sky Moves Sideways Phase I

Written by Steven Wilson

We lost the skyline

We stepped right off the map

Drifted in to blank space

And let the clocks relapse

We laughed the rain down

Slow burn on the lawn

Ghosts across the lawn

Swallowed up the storm

Sometimes I feel like a fist

Sometimes I am the colour of air

Sometimes it's only afterwards

I find that I'm not there

In the dream dusk

We walked beside the lake

We watched the sky move sideways

And heard the evening break

Dislocated Day

Written by Steven Wilson

A dislocated day

Peers in to the ether

Counts the stars inside the sky

And flies in to the never

Looped around my eyelids

A thousand shining flecks

Pale against the canvas

Which hangs around my neck

Dislocated day

I will find a way

To make you say

The name of your forgiver

Stood beside an inlet

A starfish leads a dance

It dreams it is a human

And falls into a trance

A hole inside my body

Is wired up to a charge

Chemical imbalance

Tells me who you are

Insects hide the silence

November brings deep rain

Between the flow to freezing

And yesterday's sustain

The Moon Touches Your Shoulder

Written by Steven Wilson

Springtime is over

Don't head for home

Creep up the ladder

And steal over stone

No time to forget this

World's in your eyes

Sway in the cloud blur

And light up the sky

Cast off the colour

And tune in to black

The moon touches your shoulder

And brings the day back