"Refuge" as written by and Steven John Wilson....
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?


Lyrics submitted by pavel93409, edited by Deka7X9

"Refuge" as written by Steven John Wilson

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    General CommentSo beautiful and so sad. It's not a crime to want a better life. When will the madness end?
    DTFANIAMon August 09, 2017   Link

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