Porcupine Tree Up The Downstair
Written by Steven Wilson
Sleep
Until the colours dissolve
Leave the dream to rain-soak forever
In blessed moments
Viewed from trains of half-truths
Monuments burn into moments
Up into other worlds
Other ascensions
Without deep sorrow to endure
Black Sunday of sleep
Open for small angel escapes
Moved by buildings to tears
They week in the rain
Am I at home?
Am I in heaven?
Gentle Architecture
