Porcupine Tree - The Incident

Текст песни Porcupine Tree - The Incident

At junction 8 the traffic starts to slow
 Artilleries of braking lights and bluish glow
 Ascending in a plumage of twisted steel
 Shattered glass and confetti dashed upon the wheel

 When a car crash gets you off you've lost your grip
 When a fuck is not enough you know you've slipped
 When the church is full it means you've just been had
 When the world has gone to seed you're so detached

 Got a feeling that I want you to be there

 Driving by on my way to somewhere else
 I fill my lungs with a noxious burning smell
 There is weed and grey concrete like this for miles
 Dead souls in my rear view mirror hitch a ride for a while

 I want to be loved