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