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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