Ancestral - Steven Wilson

Reason never seems to come to guilty men

Things that meant so much mean nothing in the end

That function is dysfunction and to hide the truth

Distracted by their faith, ignoring every proof

A bicycle

A garden wall

A mother’s call

A love is born

And after all, the sleet that falls on me

In this city there are those who’d live alone

Twilight brings them from the gloom into our homes

And hiding there among the wreckage left behind

They see things that aren’t there when they close their eyes

Come back if you want to

And remember who you are

‘Cause there’s nothing here for you my dear

And everything must pass

When the world doesn’t want you

It will never tell you why

You can shut the door but you can’t ignore

The crawl of your decline

You can try if you want to

You can try…

Come child

Go back if you want to