Text: Porcupine Tree. Deadwing. Open Car.

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Nothing like this Felt in her kiss Cannot resist her Fell for her charm Lost in her arms I keep a photograph Give me a glimpse Let me come in Be there inside her Here it begins Here is the sin Something to lie about
You think you're smart I think you're art We agree on this It doesn't work Feeling like dirt Feeling like you don't care We get a room And in the gloom She lights a cigarette Clothes on the bed Love me she said I give myself to her
I'm getting feelings I'm hiding too well (Bury the horse shaped shell) Something broke inside my stomach I let the pieces lie just where they fell
(Being with you is hell)
Hair blow in an open car Summer dress slips down her arm Hair blown in an open car
OK what's next? After the sex What do we now? Finding the time Drawing the line And never crossing it Gave her the hours Gave her the power Cannot erase her Gave her the truth Gave her the proof I gave her everything
I'm getting feelings I'm hiding to well (Bury the horse shaped shell) Something broke inside my stomach I let the pieces lie just where they fell
(Being with you is hell)
Hair blow in an open car Summer dress slips down her arm Hair blown in an open car On a drive out to the farm Hair blown in an open car
Hair blown in an open car Summer dress slips down your arm Hair blown in an open car..