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