Texty: Porcupine Tree. Meantime.

A peaceful man opens fire
A harmless soul trips a wire
A careless child has expired

Maybe it's just living gets me down
Three dimensions and realistic sound
Meanwhile your withered brain cells fall away but life goes on

A quicksand under your chair
A poison spreads through fresh air

Maybe it's just living gets me down
Three dimensions and realistic sound
Meantime your withered brain cells fall away but life goes on