[Written by Steven Wilson]      You keep me waiting   You keep me alone in a room full of friends   You keep me hating   You keep me listening to the Bends      No amount of pointless days   Can make this go away      You have me on my knees   You have me listless and deranged   You have me in your pocket   You have me distant and estranged      No narcotics in my brain   Can make this go away      I'm sorry that, I'm sorry that I'm not like you   I worry that I don't act the way you'd like me to      You find me wanting   You find me bloodless but inspired   You find me out   You find me hallucinating fire      No narcotics in my brain   Can make this go away      Have we ever been here before?   Running headlong at the floor   Leave me dreaming on a railway track   Wrap me up and send me back