Souls suffer the landscape
In shrouds of dew, as ghosts
Their eternity is for searching
But a certain dissnsion grows
I've seen them wander,
Voices raised in prayer
Consorting in whisper,
They curse the ones not there
If you didn't want this and I didn't need it,
Then how has this interest become an addiction?
If you didnt want it, then why cant 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 when I 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?