The Incident by Porcupine Tree
Time: 05:20
Track #6 from the album The Incident.
Written by: WILSON, STEVEN JOHN
Published by: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Lyrics
At junction 8 the traffic starts to slow
Artilleries of braking lights and bluish glow
Ascending in a plumage of twisted steel
Shattered glass and confetti dashed upon the wheel
When a car crash gets you off you've lost your grip
When a fuck is not enough you know you've slipped
When the church is full it means you've just been had
When the world has gone to seed you're so detached
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 gray concrete like this for miles
Dead souls in my rear view mirror hitch a ride for a while
I want to be loved
