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 along
and if a God will lay to rest
to 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 death bed,
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 world was black,
and then you'd leave 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

In all I read until the day was gone
and I sat in regret
for all the things I've done
for all that I've blessed
and all that I've wrong
in dreams until my head
I will wonder 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