Transience - Steven Wilson

Cut through the countries, speed through the dark

A child in a train, distressed as it departs

It’s only the start

Faded green circles rounded your wrist

Her mother is frowning, it’s something she missed

She fixes her hair

At the failing of the day she heard

Her father always say, «Remember, it’s only the start,

It’s only the start.»

When she drifted off to sleep

She had the whole world at her feet because

It’s only the start, it’s only the start

Before they fell away, it seemed to matter all the same

But it was only the start, only the start

Only the start