Like A Stone

(альбом: Songbook - 2011)

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.
And 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 thee 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 led 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.
Alone, Alone, A-L-O-N-E
I'll wait for you there, alone. Alone.