Morning Glory — текст песни (This Mortal Coil)

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.