All the things that I needed 
Wasted my chances 
I have found myself wanting 

When a mother and father 
Gave me their problems 
I accepted them all 

Nothing ever expected 
I was rejected 
But I came back for more 

And my ashes drift beneath the silver sky 
Where a boy rides on a bike and never smiles 
And my ashes fall over all the things we've said 
On a box of photographs under the bed 

I will stay in my own world 
Under the covers 
I will feel safe inside 

The kiss that will burn me 
Cure me of dreaming 
I was always returning 

And my ashes find a way beyond the fog 
And return to save the child that I forgot 
And my ashes fade among the things unseen 
And a dream plays in reverse on piano keys 
And my ashes drop upon a park in Wales 
Never-ending clouds of rain, and distant sails... distant sails. .