on a cold wet afternoon,
in a room full of emptiness by a freeway,
i confess i was lost in the pages of a book full of death;
reading how we’ll die alone.
and if we’re good we’ll lay to rest, anywhere we want to go.

in your house i long to be;
room by room patiently,
i’ll wait for you there, like a stone.
i’ll wait for you there, alone.

and on my deathbed i will pray to the gods and thee angels,
like a pagan to anyone who will take me to heaven;
to a place i recall, i was there so long ago.
the sky was bruised, the wine was bled, and there you led me on.

in your house i long to be;
room by room, patiently,
i’ll wait for you there, like a stone.
i’ll wait for you there, alone. alone.

and on i read, until the day was gone;
and i sat in regret, of all the things i’ve done;
for all that i’ve blessed, and all that i’ve wronged.
in dreams until my death, i will wonder on.

in your house i long to be;
room by room, patiently,
i’ll wait for you there, like a stone.
alone, alone, alone
i’ll wait for you there, alone. alone.