Arriving Somewhere But Not Here - Steven Wilson

Never stop the car on a drive in the dark

Never look for the truth in your mother’s eyes

Never trust the sound of rain upon a river rushing through your ears

Arriving Somewhere But Not Here…

Did you imagine the final sound as a gun?

Or the smashing windscreen of a car?

Did you ever imagine the last you’d hear as you’re fading out was a song?

Arriving Somewhere But Not Here…

All my designs simplified

And all of my plans comprimised

And all of my dreams sacrificed

Ever had the feeling you’ve been here before?

Drinking down the poison the way you were taught

Every thought from here on in your life begins, and all you knew is wrong…

Arriving somewhere but not here…

All my designs simplified

And all of my plans comprimised

And all of my dreams…

Did you see the red mist block your path?

Did the scissors cut a way to your heart?

Did you feel the envy for the sons of mothers tearing you apart?

Arriving somewhere but not here…