Porcupine Tree I Fail
You are sure because you are pure I stand and I wave at the dots on the shore Trying to reach out to a few dozen more May as well bash out my brains a bit more
You know because you always know You talk to god by fax and by telephone Bitterness makes you a person Lucky for you that you're right for certain
I fail, I fail, I fail
I am wrong even in this song I've been up all night flying kites in a vacuum Only smashing things trying to make sense Of the past and the present and the future and all of the rest