[Written by Steven Wilson] This song leaks out onto the pavement It could be a joke, it could be a statement The more that I fake it and pretend I don't care The more you can read in to what isn't there Maybe it's time to stop swimming Maybe it's time to find out where I'm at What I should do and where I should be But no-one will give me a map I'll leave now this can't continue But I forget which door I came through And I know that the lift can be painfully slow So I think I'll leave through the window