On a cold wet, afternoon.
In a room full of
emptiness.
By a freeway I confess.
I was lost in the pages.
Of a book, full of death.
Reading how,
we'll die alone.
If we're good
we'll lay to rest
anywhere we want to go.
In your house,
I long to be.
Room by room
patiently.
I'll wait, for you there,
like a stone.
I'll wait for you there,
alone.
And on my deathbed,
I will pray to the Gods and
the angels. Like a pagan,
to anyone, who will
take me to Heaven.
To a place, I recall,
I was there so long ago.
The sky was bruised.
The wine was bled.
And there you lead me on.
In your house,
I long to be.
Room by room
patiently.
I'll wait, for you there,
like a stone.
I'll wait for you there,
alone, alone.
And on I read,
until the day was gone.
And I sat in regret,
Of all the things I've done.
For all that I've blessed.
And all that I've wronged.
In dreams until my death,
I will wonder on.
In your house,
I long to be.
Room by room
patiently.
I'll wait, for you there,
like a stone.
I'll wait for you there,
alone, alone.