In Formaldehyde Porcupine Tree

Dust in the kitchen
Coffeepot
Microdots

Now we are coasting
Talking less
Breathing stress

Somewhere inside
I have died
So I will lie
In formaldehyde
People walk
Through my insides

When I get out of here
You get to keep the car
And I get a plastic vase

Or do you want me to stay?
The things that I have to say
You've heard it all anyway

Send me to sleep
You always could
Fatherhood