Morning Glory Lyrics - 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