Tonight the lamplight swirls and glistens
Melting itself upon my face
Im hanging my silhouette near the shoreline
Im swimming underneath in the noontime
Will I ever know whats 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
Im straining to hear a human whisper
And Im painting images on the soft stone
Now Im drinking alone
Amidst these figures of stone
Ill raise the glass once again
Then lay my head on the pillow
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