On a cold wet afternoon no room for love and emptiness by a freeway I confess I was lost in the pages of a book full of death reading how we'll die alone and if a god will lay to rest anywhere we want to go
and on my death bed I will prey to the gods and the angels like a pagan to anyone who will take me to heaven to a place i would recall i was there so long ago the sky was bruised the world was black and there you led me on
in all I read till the day was gone and I sat in regret in all the things I've done for all that I've blessed and all that I've wronged in dreams till my death I will wonder on