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 wi will lay to rest anywhere we want to go in your house i long to be room by room patiently i will wait for you there like a stone i will wait for you there alone
and on my death bed i wi will prey to the gods and the angels like a pagan to anyone who wi 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 i will wait for you there liek a stone i will wait for you there alone
in all i read ti will the day was gone and i sat in regret in all the things i have done for all that i have blessed and all that i have wronged in dreams ti will my death i wi will wonder on
in your house i long to be room by room patiently i will wait for you there like a stone i will wait for you there alone alone
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