It’s a funny story, that I need not tell but yes I pray, but when I pray, I pray that we all go to hell Its a heart grown hollow, Its a poor man's spell Its a song with a voice of a child that you sing to yourself When you’re quiet on your own Try to find your way back home In a room of souvenirs Don’t drop anchor in these years Find the diamond in the tears
Listen, I don’t know you, won’t pretend I do And I’d like to keep it that way if it’s all just the same to you Cause there’s a certain something, when we’re both alone I can trick myself deep in believing I’ve found my way home But I know it isn't real and that's a fucked up way to feel Cause there’s a story in your eyes That I will never realize 'cause if I ever realize I'll fall apart with you.
And I thought of you tonight And I turned off all my lights And I meditate on you until I feel you coming through until I feel you coming through ... that door