Stranger By The Minute — Porcupine Tree

Ghosts in the park Appear just after dark Killers, children ... But no-one has a harp They look like tourists It makes me want to laugh

Under floorboards It's hard to fly a kite Underwater My cigarette won't light Standing in the shade I'm getting frostbite

Strange as I seem I'm getting stranger by the minute Look in my dreams They're getting stranger by the minute

When I'm drowning You drag me up to you Rings in the water My only residue But you're just fiction And I'm a twisted boy