My Book of Regrets - Steven Wilson

In the back of a taxi cab in London town

It’s like watching TV with the sound turned down

Cause I can feel it I’ve got a buzzin' in my head

And I’m on my way

I see the kids deserting ships like shopping malls

On street corners they ignore their girlfriend’s calls

Cause they got plans now and tonight they won’t be home

All of this can be read

In my book of regrets

Don’t let it bring you down

Just wait 'til the morning comes

Sore necks and teenage wrecks in subway worlds

And torn tights when drag queens fight suburban girls

But they don’t care now 'cos they’ll soon be safe at home

All of this can be read

In my book of regrets

Don’t let it bring you down

Just wait 'til the morning comes

Under neon lights she walks home

Back to her apartment, oh a safe way

Harbored when she locks the door she could slip away

Looking out behind the curtains finding drugs she barely seems to notice

And the gas fire starts to buzz when the rain sets in

In the back of a taxi cab in London town

All passed out and dreaming on the underground

Yes I’m someone but I’m no-one all the same

All of this can be read

In my book of regrets

All of this can be read

In my book of regrets

Don’t let it bring you down

Just wait 'til the morning comes