On a cold wet
afternoon
no room for love and emptiness
by a freeway
i confess i was lost in the pages
of a book
full of death
reading how well die alone
and if a god will lay to rest
anywhere we want to go
in your house
i long to be
room by room
patiently
ill wait for you there
like a stone
ill wait for you there
alone

and on my death bed
i will prey
to the gods and the angels
like a pagan
to anyone who will take me to heaven
to a place
i would recall
i was there so long ago
the sky was bruised
the world was black
and there you led me on

in your house
i long to be
room by room
patiently
ill wait for you there
liek a stone
ill wait for you there
alone

in all i read
till the day was gone
and i sat in regret
in all the things ive done
for all that ive blessed
and all that ive wronged
in dreams till my death
i will wonder on

in your house
i long to be
room by room
patiently
ill wait for you there
like a stone
ill wait for you there
alone
alone