[Written by Steven Wilson]

You keep me waiting

You keep me alone in a room full of friends
You keep me hating
You keep me listening to the Bends


No amount of pointless days
Can make this go away


You have me on my knees
You have me listless and deranged

You have me in your pocket
You have me distant and estranged


No narcotics in my brain
Can make this go away


I'm sorry that, I'm sorry that I'm not like you
I worry that I don't act the way you'd like me to


You find me wanting
You find me bloodless but inspired
You find me out

You find me hallucinating fire

No narcotics in my brain

Can make this go away

Have we ever been here before?

Running headlong at the floor
Leave me dreaming on a railway track
Wrap me up and send me back