confused
ever since i spied you in the rooms of my mind
now i can't deny you
bleeding and bruised
like a vagabond in rags i've walked the streets to you door
to find just what's in store
i see you
you and many others in your clean well-lighted place
where i would find disgrace
but i do
know i'd find contentment just to be your furniture
i need nothing more
in the thick of the night take me out of the cold
let me sing inside
like a radio
in the thick of the night before we grow too old
let me sing inside
like a radio
shivering and cold this night's conducive to a
flight into my soul but i stand here
though my heart grows bold
once on the inside i can quietly persist
and hold my tears
and so still i wait
though i grow much weaker
i will not faint
i'll stay true
believe me when i say
i'd climb to heaven
crawl beneath the lowest hell
to stay near you
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