Something's wrong you say I looked into those eyes a hundred times a day those deep blue wells so vague elusive as christ until the day the secrets spilled into my room down the phone line into view I've waited all my life to know why our light is gone our white light that's home maybe love and peace are waiting for us somewhere other than this world at least we pray lalalaa etc. I'll write you and in my dreams I'll lay on your chest to muffle your screams and all the love I see I'll hold it close to me in hopes that one day our secrets will be free but now our light is gone our white light that's home maybe love and peace are waiting for us somewhere other than this world so we pray lalalaa etc.