Steven Wilson Puncture Wound
Streets, like prussian blues
Split the cells in my blood
Black, like the outer eye
Adrenalized by love
Glow of a cigarettes
Illuminates from above
Push, push down the earth
Feel my hand through your glove
Slump in the arbour door
Skin belongs to me
Point in perfect form
A puncture wound results
(Whisper my name) (x4)
