Texty: Marillion. Alone Again In The Lap Of Luxury.

See those people there? They look after me
This is a photograph of who I might be
Man in a uniform, bride on his arm
Mum always was a fool for money and charm

He's been talkin' in his sleep again
Sayin' he's sorry, callin' my name
Sayin' how he's so ashamed
Alone again in the lap of luxury
Alone again in the lap of luxury

Since it happened I had nothin' to say
It used to bother them but now it's okay
Mother cleans his dreadful house every day
Scrubbing at the stains that won't go away

They sent me away to the school in the park
They said it would be good for me
I still hear the other kids cry in the dark
Alone again in the lap of luxury
Alone again in the lap of luxury
Is there no escape from the lap of luxury?

I don't remember the last time I cried
I don't remember much except lies
See the little girl spirallin' down
This is a photograph of who she is now