The cold of endless living.
Oh, Lord, I can't believe in
The magic of the warmth.
My mood is suicidal;
I sit and cannot dial
The numbers of your phone...

If you looked at me
Nothing you would see
But the shadow on the wall
Chasing you, so real.
I am stuck between
The Hell and Heaven here;
But I'm ready to get back to thee.

I wait for your calling
To send my soul to you;
I wait for the morning
To fill your field of view.
I smile in the darkness
For I'm ignored no more,
The years in my casket
Have turned into the cure.

I fly beneath the black sky;
I try to reach your sunlight,
And get out of the night.
Your light burns out my fences,
Your love is a set of lenses
Heating up my frozen life.

If you looked at me
You would see I'm real,
Reaching for the stars
To lay them at your feet.
I am stuck between
The light and the darkness here;
But I'm ready to get back to thee.

I wait for your calling
To send my soul to you;
I wait for the morning
To fill your field of view.
I smile in the darkness
For I'm ignored no more,
The years in my casket
Have turned into the cure.


I crawled in the silence,
Delved deep into my brain;
I found there much violence,
The crooked worms of shame.
I tried to sink much lower
Than the lowest of the fools.
I tried, but now it's over.
Now I'm in love with you.