My Ashes — Porcupine Tree

All the things that I needed I wasted my chances I have found myself wanting

When a mother and father Gave me their problems I accepted them all

Nothing ever expected I was rejected But I came back for more

And my ashes drift beneath the silver sky Where a boy rides on a bike and never smiles

And my ashes fall over all the things we've said On a box of photographs under the bed

I will stay in my own world Under the covers I will feel safe inside

The kiss that will burn me Cure me of dreaming I was always returning

And my ashes find a way beyond the fog And return to save the child that I forgot

And my ashes fade among the things unseen And a dream plays in reverse on piano keys

And my ashes drop upon a park in Wales Never-ending clouds of rain, and distant sails... distant sails