Marillion

See those people there? They look after me
This is a photograph of who I might be
Man in a uniform... bride on his arm
Mum always was a fool for money and charm

He's been talkin' in his sleep again
Sayin' he's sorry, callin' my name
Sayin' how he's so ashamed....

Alone again on the laps of luxury
Alone again on the laps of luxury
Is there no escape