Clock Song Lyrics & Chords By Steven Wilson

What is left when the morning comes Is the memory of a future When the web, when my plight is done There is nothing left to hold onto There were friends waiting at my door They...read more

Take a little dive into the shallow or spy what do you see? I see the tortoise and the hare in a rat-race and it fits like a glove under my sleeve, Just wait 'till then. Their...read more

It takes a minute to photograph Pays her money, well spoken class lost son Cleverly thieves the fun Cleverly leaves the sun Girl with black guns, lion's odours He sees faces...read more

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In a place where the river banks draw near men work a heading to the west. Where streams like giants’ fingers close from the hills to the emptiness beneath, to the depths of...read more