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Steven Wilson

Reason never seems to come to guilty men
Things that meant so much mean nothing in the end
That function is dysfunction and to hide the truth
Distracted by their faith, ignoring every proof

A bicycle
A garden wall
A mother's call
A love is born
And after all, the sleet that falls on me

In this city there are those who'd live alone
Twilight brings them from the gloom into our homes
And hiding there among the wreckage left behind
They see things that aren't there
when they close their eyes

Go back if you want to
And remember who you are
'Cause there's nothing here for you my dear
And everything must pass

When the world doesn't want you
It will never tell you why
You can shut the door but can't ignore
The crawl of your decline

Come child
Go back if you want to