Saturday, January 5, 2013

~ Like A Stone

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  1. "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 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.


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