porcupine tree
footprints
I saw her footprints on the sea I knew her eyes were watching me So I ventured further in my mind In the hope that I would find:  "Tangerine trees and marmalade skies and plasticine porters with looking glass ties"  My mind had formed a mental prison I cried aloud no-one would listen Then floating through the heavy mist My vision took a sudden twist  Empty people stood in grey Children laughing far away An empty courtyard wept alone Rain lashed down on darkened stone  A crystal glove points to the door A threshold I had crossed before On turning back all I could see Were her footprints on the sea.