This Is No Rehearsal

[Written by Steven Wilson]

How many children did I bring into the world?
How many did I lose in the shopping arcade?

This is no rehearsal
Play it back and throw things at the screen
This is no rehearsal
Somebody interpret this for me

And still I remember how I dressed him this morning
And then he was gone - stolen, my only one

This is no rehearsal
Play it back and throw things at the screen
This is no rehearsal
Somebody interpret this for me

[Solo]

This is no rehearsal
Play it back and throw things at the screen
This is no rehearsal
Somebody interpret this for me