Luminol - Steven Wilson

Here we all are

Born into a struggle

To come so far

But end up returning to dust

(?) and tipsy’s head

laces undone

He has no truck with idle chat

work to be done

The songs he learned from scratched LPs

(?) to (?)

The chords he plays with lesser grace

Songs we all know

Each passing year etched on his face

Some (?)

The words he sings are not his own

We speak of things he’ll never know