Together we have this love
Even so, it’s not enough
Bruised and burned, we won’t lose heart just because life gets hard
Writing lying emails to our friends back home
Feeling guilty if we sometimes want to be alone
Hand cannot erase this love
A love like this makes us strong
We laugh it off if things go wrong
It’s not you, forgive me if I find I need more space
Because trust means we don’t have to be together everyday
Drive Home (track 02 from The Raven that Refused to Sing (and Other Stories) LP by Steven Wilson )
Cold windowpane—a car upturned in the rain
Wait on in vain—don’t try to bear the blame
Deal with the pain—dust down your wings again
You need to clear away all the jetsam in your brain and face the truth
Love can make amends while the darkness always ends
You’re still alone so drive home
Pause without end—a moment in time suspends
How could she leave?—release all your guilt and breathe
Give up your pain—hold up your head again
You need to clear away all the jetsam in your brain and face the truth
Love can make amends while the darkness always ends
You’re still alone so drive home
I pull off the road east of Baldock and Ashford
Feeling for my cell in the light from the dashboard
Hissing from the road, the smell of rain in the air-con
Maybe check the news or just put a tape on
Lighting up a smoke
I’ve got this feeling inside me, it don’t feel too good
If I close my eyes and fell asleep in this layby, would it all subside: the fever pushing the day by?
Motor-window wind, I could do with some fresh air
Can’t breathe too well
I guess I should go now—
She’s waiting to make up, to tell me she’s sorry, and how much she missed me
—I guess I’m just burnt out
I really should slow down
I’m perfectly fine, but I just need to lie down—
What do I do with all the children’s clothes
Such tiny things that still smell of them
And the footprints in the hallway
Onto my knees, scrub them away
And how to be of use
Make the tea and the soup
All of their favorites, throw them away
And all the schoolbooks
And their running shoes
Washing them clean in a dirty steel sink
Routine keeps me in line
Helps me pass the time
Concentrate my mind
Helps me to sleep
And keep making beds
And keep the cat fed
Open the windows, let the air in
And keep the house clean
And keep the routine
Paintings they made still stuck to the fridge
Keep cleaning
Keep ironing
Cooking their meals on the stainless steel hob
Keep washing
Keep scrubbing
Long until the dark comes to bruise the sky
Deep in debt to the night
Routine keeps me in line
Helps me pass the time
Helps me to sleep
The most beautiful morning, forever
Like the ones from far off away
With the hum of the bees in the jasmine sway
Don’t ever let go
Try to let go
(track 03 from the eponymous LP by Steven Wilson 