Lyrics Steven Wilson – Luminol
Text:
Here we all are born into a struggle
To come so far but end up returning to dust
Oxfam panache and tips his hat
(laces undone)
He has no truck with idle chat
(work to be done)
The songs he learned from scratched LPs
Stops in mid-flow to sip his tea
(work to be done)
The songs he learned from scratched LPs
Stops in mid-flow to sip his tea
He strums the chords with less than grace
(songs we all know)
Each passing year etched on his face
(sun, rain or snow)
The words he sings are not his own
They speak of things he’ll never know
