Written by Steven Wilson      We lost the skyline   We stepped right off the map   Drifted in to blank space   And let the clocks relapse      We laughed the rain down   Slow burn on the lawn   Ghosts across the delta   Swallowed up the storm      Sometimes I feel like a fist   Sometimes I am the colour of air   Sometimes it's only afterwards   I find that I'm not there      In the dream dusk   We walked beside the lake   We watched the sky move sideways   And heard the evening break