Apres-mortes Lyrics & Chords By Steven Wilson

I need a taste, I can almost face myself Ther is a way, a never-ending pavement cast Land on a date such a long, long way, way back Which has a crave for the path that ends in black...read more

What's the point of converse if it's not engaging and long? What's the point of learning if you knew it all along? What's the point of singing if you can't sing...read more

Pulses traced a vigil The night you were pushed asleep Pupils watched indifferent Taking notes on virgin sheets It's amazing what they can do to you They had fed you light...read more

And it's your only day, do you got all the truth? Oh you never feel the way you were... I must have seen it, it's so familiar Oh she looks so familiar...read more

Kill the cats in your house To save the mouse Satellites told you now They care less about you now Tear flesh from skin Like a sick painting Kill the cats in your house ...read more