Steven Wilson - The Incident lyrics

(whispered) Get demolished Get demolished Get demolished You get demolished Get demolished Get demolished Get demolished You get demolished At junction eight the traffic starts to slow Artilleries of braking lights and bluish glow Ascending in a plumage of twisted steel Shattered gla** and confetti dashed upon the wheel (whispered) Get demolished Get demolished Get demolished You get demolished Get demolished Get demolished Get demolished You get demolished When a car crash gets you off you've lost your grip When a f** is not enough you know you've slipped When a church is full it means you've just been had When the world has gone to seed you're so detached (whispered) Get demolished Get demolished Get demolished You get demolished Get demolished Get demolished Get demolished You get demolished Got a feeling that I want you to be there Got a feeling that I want you to be Got a feeling that I want you to be there Got a feeling that I want you to be there Got a feeling that I want you to be Got a feeling that I want you to be there Got a feeling that I want you to be there Got a feeling that I want you to be Got a feeling that I want you to be there Got a feeling that I want you to be there Got a feeling that I want you to be Got a feeling that I want you to be there Driving by on my way to somewhere else I fill my lungs with a noxious burning smell There is weed and grey concrete like this for miles Dead souls in my rear view mirror hitch a ride a while I want to be loved Just want to be loved I want to be loved Just want to be loved I want to be loved Just want to be loved I want to be loved Just want to be loved I want to be loved Just want to be loved I want to be loved Just want to be loved