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Stranger by the Minute Written by Steven Wilson
Ghosts in the park Appear just after dark Killers, children ... But no-one has a harp They look like tourists It makes me want to laugh Under floorboards It's hard to fly a kite Underwater My cigarette won't light Standing in the shade I'm getting frostbite Stranger as I seem I'm getting stranger by the minute Look in my dreams They're getting stranger by the minute When I'm drowning You drag me up to you Rings in the water My only residue But you're just fiction And I'm a twisted body
Even Less Part 2 Written by Steven Wilson
Fuck you and your book too You can have it back When I'm gone these songs Will be my tracts And I had a stupid dream that I could change things But I'm a martyr to even less I hate the ground that I have walked upon Nothing I've done has ever mattered long |