Chris Cornell / Audioslave – Like a stone
On a cold wet, afternoon
and 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
In your house
I long to be
Room by room
Patiently
I’ll wait for you there
Like a stone
I’ll wait for you there
Alone
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 recall
I was there so long ago
The sky was bruised
The world was black
and there you led me, on
In your house
I long to be
Room by room
Patiently
I’ll wait for you there
Like a stone
I’ll wait for you there
Alone… Alone
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
In your house
I long to be
Room by room
Patiently
I’ll wait for you there
Like a stone
I’ll wait for you there
Alone… Alone