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Refuge - Steven Wilson

Written by：Steven Wilson

Here in the wreckage

The winter is hard

I sleep in the same clothes

That I dragged through the mud

And if you ask me

Nothing's changed

There's nowhere else I can go

So I stay

We're writhing rats

We make beds in the straw

And then we build houses

Paint our names on the door

And if you ask me again

Is this life

I don't see I have a choice

But I still smile

And bide my time

I who have no roots

And nowhere to go

And as for the future

Well I really don't know

But if you ask me

I will nod

But if you ask me

Here I am

Here I am

Here I am

My dear wife

And my children of God

The borders were already drawn for us

Hold on to life

In this refuge of dirt

And search for a place you can breathe again

It's not a crime

I'd love to see you again

Sometime soon

But will you give back to me now

What you stole