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 Then lay my head on the pillow
