All the things that I needed    I wasted my chances    I have found myself wanting       When a mother and father    Gave me their problems    I accepted them all       Nothing ever expected    I was rejected    But I came back for more       And my ashes drift beneath the silver sky    Where a boy rides on a bike and never smiles       And my ashes fall over all the things we've said    On a box of photographs under the bed       I will stay in my own world    Under the covers    I will feel safe inside       The kiss that will burn me    Cure me of dreaming    I was always returning       And my ashes find a way beyond the fog    And return to save the child that I forgot       And my ashes fade among the things unseen    And a dream plays in reverse on piano keys       And my ashes drop upon a park in Wales    Never-ending clouds of rain, and distant sails... distant sails