Footprints — Porcupine Tree

I saw her footprints on the sea, I knew her eyes were watching me, So I ventured further in my mind In the hope that I would find:

"Tangerine Trees and Marmalade Skies and Plasticine Porters with Looking Glass Ties".

My mind had formed a mental prison, I cried aloud, no one would listen, Then floating through the heavy mist My vision took a sudden twist.

Empty people stood in grey, Children laughing far away, An empty courtyard wept alone, Rain lashed down on darkened stone.

A crystal glove points to the door, A threshold I had crossed before, On turning back all I could see Were her footprints on the sea.