I Fail Porcupine Tree

You are sure because you are pure
I stand and I wave at the dots on the shore
Trying to reach out to a few dozen more
May as well bash out my brains a bit more

You know because you always know
You talk to god by fax and by telephone
Bitterness makes you a person
Lucky for you that you're right for certain

I fail, I fail, I fail

I am wrong even in this song
I've been up all night flying kites in a vacuum
Only smashing things trying to make sense
Of the past and the present and the future and all of the rest