The Sleep Of No Dreaming

[Written by Steven Wilson] At the age of sixteen I grew out of hope I regarded the cosmos Through a circle of rope So I threw out my plans Ran on to the wheel And emptied my head Of all childish ideals The sleep of no feeling I married the first girl Who wasn't a man And smiled as the spiders Ran all over my hands Made a good living By dying it's true As the world in my TV Leaked onto my shoes