On a cobweb 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 wanna 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 the 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 wander 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.
