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 glass once again
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