Wait indoors
Slept to waste the time
Until I hear the sound
Of your footsteps climbing
Up the porch as it rains
Trembling voices propogate these rooms
I keep my eyes closed and listen to the trains

Pull the sound
What lingers through this space that fills this house around.
Was I alone in thinking something good?

Water stains
On the pillow where I lay my head
Do they say that I was sleeping
When away do I
Wait shadows climb window fading days
As I trace the light that flickers through the room

Pull the sound
What lingers through this space that fills this house around.
Was I alone in thinking something good?