Lyrics:

[Written by Steven Wilson]



A body is washed up on a Norfolk beach

He was a friend that I could not reach

He thought I was cold but I understand

But for the grace of god goes another man



And I may just waste away from doing nothing

But I'm a martyr to even less



A choirboy is buried on the moors

Where we used to go dreaming when we were bored

So some kids are best left to fend for themselves

And others were born to stack shelves



And I may just waste away from doing nothing

But I'm a martyr to even less