Refuge

Here in the wreckage The winter is hard I sleep in the same clothes That I dragged through the mud And if you ask me Nothing's changed There's nowhere else I can go So I stay We're writhing rats We make beds in the straw And then we build houses Paint our names on the door And if you ask me again Is this life? I don't see I have a choice But I still smile And bide my time I who have no roots And nowhere to go And as for the future Well, I really don't know But if you ask me I will nod But if you ask me Here I am Here I am My dear wife And my children of God The borders were already drawn for us Hold on to life In this refuge of dirt And search for a place you can breathe again It's not a crime I'd love to see you again Sometime soon But will you give back to me now What you stole? --- Refuge - Steven Wilson