Requiem - Steven Wilson Stereo Remix

Well, I saw a bird today --- flying from a bush and the
 wind blew it away.
 And the black-eyed mother sun scorched the butterfly
 at play --- velvet veined.
 I saw it burn.
 With a wintry storm-blown sigh, a silver cloud blew
 right on by.
 And, taking in the morning, I sang --- O Requiem.
 Well, my lady told me, "Stay."
 I looked aside and walked away along the Strand.
 But I didn't say a word, as the train time-table blurred
 close behind the taxi stand.
 Saw her face in the tear-drop black cab window.
 Fading in the traffic; watched her go.
 And taking in the morning, heard myself singing ---
 O Requiem.
 Here I go again.
 It's the same old story.
 Well, I saw a bird today --- I looked aside and walked
 away along the Strand.