All the things that I neededI wasted my chancesI have found myself wantingWhen a mother and fatherGave me their problemsI accepted them allNothing ever expectedI was rejectedBut I came back for moreAnd my ashes drift beneath the silver skyWhere a boy rides on a bike and never smilesAnd my ashes fall over all the things we've saidOn a box of photographs under the bedI will stay in my own worldUnder the coversI will feel safe insideThe kiss that will burn meCure me of dreamingI was always returningAnd my ashes find a way beyond the fogAnd return to save the child that I forgotAnd my ashes fade among the things unseenAnd a dream plays in reverse on piano keysAnd my ashes drop upon a park in WalesNever-ending clouds of rain, and distant sails... distant sailsPORCUPINE TREE
MY ASHES
All the things that I neededI wasted my chancesI have found myself wantingWhen a mother and fatherGave me their problemsI accepted them allNothing ever expectedI was rejectedBut I came back for moreAnd my ashes drift beneath the silver skyWhere a boy rides on a bike and never smilesAnd my ashes fall over all the things we've saidOn a box of photographs under the bedI will stay in my own worldUnder the coversI will feel safe insideThe kiss that will burn meCure me of dreamingI was always returningAnd my ashes find a way beyond the fogAnd return to save the child that I forgotAnd my ashes fade among the things unseenAnd a dream plays in reverse on piano keysAnd my ashes drop upon a park in WalesNever-ending clouds of rain, and distant sails... distant sailsPORCUPINE TREE