Home in Negative - Steven Wilson

Bricks and mortar and so much more

The piano drifts through an open door

A glass of wine and the twilight fades

Shadows march as the dark invades

Think a witch lives inside the woods

I heard her singing and she plays real good

Crawling into my hiding place

A hint of perfume and a touch of lace

You’re antisocial but you make my day

I’ll always stay with you come what may

How maladjusted and an introvert

I know you’re there when I’m lost and hurt

It seems to me that I always wait

A hundred years in this hiding place

Please find me now and release the spell

An age of reason and a tale to tell

You’re antisocial but you make my day

I’ll always stay with you come what may

How maladjusted and an introvert

I know you’re there when I’m lost and hurt

So I wait through the winter

Holiday, holiday I wait

So I wait through the summer

Holiday, holiday I wait

So I wait through the winter

Holiday, holiday I wait

Summer me all winter