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Porcupine Tree Arriving somewhere but not here

Never stop the car on a drive in the dark 

Never look for the truth in your mother’s eyes 

Never trust the sound of rain upon a river 

Rushing through your ears 

 Arriving somewhere but not here 

 Did you imagine the final sound as a gun? 

Or the smashing windscreen of a car? 

Did you ever imagine the last thing you’d hear as you’re fading out was a song?

All my designs, simplified 

And all of my plans, compromised 

All of my dreams, sacrificed