Porcupine Tree - Even Less - Текст песни

A body is washed up on a Norfolk beach 
He was a friend that I could not reach 
He thought I was cold but I understand 
But for the grace of god goes another man

And I may just waste away from doing nothing 
But I'm a martyr to even less

A choirboy is buried on the moors 
Where we used to go dreaming when we were bored 
Some kids are best left to fend for themselves 
And others were born to stack shelves

And I may just waste away from doing nothing 
But I'm a martyr to even less