All the things that I needed
And wasted my chances
I have found myself wantingWhen my mother and father
Gave me their problems
I accepted them allNothing ever expected
I was rejected
But I came back for moreAnd my ashes drift beneath the silver sky
Where a boy rides on a bike and never smilesAnd my ashes fall on all the things we said
On a box of photographs under the bedI will stay in my own world
Under the covers
I will feel safe insideA kiss that will burn me
Cure me of dreaming
I was always returningAnd my ashes find a way beyond the fog
And return to save the child that I forgotAnd my ashes fade among the things unseen
And a dream plays in reverse on piano keysAnd my ashes drop upon a park in Wales
Never-ending clouds of rain, and distant sails... distant sails