Smiling Not Smiling (Porcupine Tree)

Out of the city the heaven's reflect A stinging vista of flaming insects Darkness engulfing islands of light Scarring the sky and staining the night Under this mess and idiot prayer A ticking bomb of bone and thin air A candle wasting and waxing to nil Waiting to trigger and blow the big chill Now I'm inclined only to sleep Ask me a question the meaning runs deep Moments are drowning in mantras of rain Smiling unsmiling there's no need to explain