Lirieke:
Porcupine Tree I Find That I M Not There

Swallowed up the storm Sometimes I feel like a fist Sometimes I am the color of air Sometimes it's only afterwards I find that I'm not there In the

Vertaling: Porcupine Tree. Ek vind dat ek is nie daar.

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