All the things that I needed I wasted my chances I have found myself wanting When my 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 but never smiles And my ashes fall on all the things we said On a box of photographs under the bed, the bed I will stay in my own world Under the covers I will feel safe inside A kiss that will burn me And 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 Sails, sails