Only Child
Steven Wilson
(A raven holding)
two narrow wrists, pull it tight
Clothes are torn and the body twists, a single light
The worse the struggle, the more you flirt, strands fall down
The more you like it, the more it hurts, why stop now?
An only child
A willing smile
A killing trial
A broken rib and a bloody lip,
A moment held
The fire's gone and your pride is stripped,
A private hell
You'll never know why it ends this way,
leave here now
Live through this on another day
Tonight sleep sound....
An only child
A willing smile
A killing trial