Tonight the lamplight swirls and glistens
Melting itself upon my face
I'm hanging my silhouette near the shoreline
I'm swimming underneath in the noontime Will I ever know what's wrong with me
Will I ever see your hand again in mine
Tonight the rain is pelting rooftops
There is no fire to melt the cold I'm straining to hear a human whisper
And I'm painting images on the soft stone
Now I'm drinking alone amidst these figures of stone
I'll raise the gla** once again then lay my head on the pillow