Postcard Lyrics - Grace For Drowning - Steven Wilson

I think it's time that I got off the kitchen floor 

But is there really any point at all? 

Waking up this morning felt the same 

Better sleep while life is so mundane 

It could have been yesterday that I locked the door 

I blocked the windows up so I can't be sure 

Now I haven't even got the will to eat 

I'm lame and self-obsessed, that I will concede 

I'd like to light a cigarette but I cannot 

The lighter's dead and the gas has been cut off 

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I'm the one you always seem to read about 

The fire inside my eyes has long gone out 

There's nothing left for me to say or do 

Cos all that matters disappeared when I lost you... 

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