Like A Stone 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 well die alone. And if were good well 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 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, Ill wait for you there, like a stone. Ill wait for you there, alone. Alone. And on I read, until the day was gone; And I sat in regret, of all the things Ive done; For all that Ive blessed, and all that Ive wronged. In dreams until 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. Alone, Alone, A-L-O-N-E Ill wait for you there, alone. Alone. youtube/watch?v=qpLQv5xL9Dc
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