Текст песни This Mortal Coil - Morning Glory
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I lit my purest candle close to my window.Hoping it would catch the eye of any vagabond that passed it by.And I`m waiting in my fleeting house.Before he came, I felt him drawing near.As he neared, I felt the ancient fear.That he had come to wound my door and jeer.And I waited in my fleeting house."Tell me stories," I called to the hobo."Stories of cold," I smiled at the hobo."Stories of old," I knelt to the hobo.And he stood before my fleeting house."No" said the hobo, "No more tales of time.""Don`t ask me now to wash away the grime." "I can`t come in `cause it`s too high a climb."And he walked away from my fleeting house. "Then you be damned!" I screamed to the hobo."Leave me alone." I wept to the hobo."Turn into stone," I knelt to the hobo.And he walked away from my fleeting house.