Lyrics:
On a cob web 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 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.
