Souls suffer the landscape
In shrouds of dew, as ghosts.
Their eternity is for searching
But a certain dissension grows.
I've seen them wonder,
Voices raised in prayer
Consorting wind whisper,
They curse the ones not there.

If you didn't want this and I dind't need it,
Then how has this interest become an addiction ?
If you didn't want it then why can't you do without ?
I know I'm not your first one,

But I pray I'll be your last.
I've never seen you cry before,
But I know that I'll make you laugh.
I know and you know, you've heard this all before...
These arms are for holding on.
This heart won't stray from home

I know, I know...
God tell me, where's my halo ?