[Katherine Jenkins:] When I was 13 I had a sister for 6 months. She arrived one February morning, Pale and shellshocked, From past lives I could not imagine. She was 3 years older than me, But in no time we became friends. We’d listen to her mixtapes: Dead Can Dance, Felt, This Mortal Coil She introduced me to her favorite books, Gave me clothes… and my first cigarette. Sometimes we would head down to Blackbirds moor To watch the barges on Grand Union in the twilight. She said: “The water has no memory”. For a few months everything about our lives was perfect. It was only us, We were inseparable.
(Later that year my parents separated And my sister was rehoused with a family in Dollis Hill For a month I wanted to die and missed her every day) *
But, gradually, she passed into another distant part of my memory Until I could no longer remember her face, her voice, Even her name.
[Steven Wilson:] We have got We have got the perfect life We have got We have got the perfect life We have got We have got the perfect life We have got We have got the perfect life We have got We have got the perfect life We have got (we've got) We have got the perfect life We have got (we've got) We have got the perfect life We have got (we've got) We have got the perfect life
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