Wait indoors, slept to waste the time
Until I hear the sound of your footsteps
Climbing up the porch as it rains
Trembling voices propagate these rooms
I keep my eyes closed and listen to the trains
Pull the sound
What lingers through this space that fills this house around
Was I alone in thinking something good?
Water stains on the pillow where I lay my head
Do they say that I was sleeping
When away do I wait, shadows climb, window fading days
As I trace the light that flickers through the room
Pull the sound
What lingers through this space that fills this house around
Was I alone in thinking something good?