Steven Wilson
Insurgentes

[Verse 1]
Holy Mother of the simple one
When you smile at me you bring me down
You betray your thoughts
All your prayers too low

[Verse 2]
Now out of depth, you speak in tongues
And out of breath, your work is done
And your dream, absolve
And your path, dissolve

[Bridge]
And your dream, absolve
And your path, dissolve

[Instrumental Outro]