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