I found a book on how to be invisible. Take a pinch of keyhole. And fold yourself up. You cut along a dotted line. You think inside out. And you're invisible.
You know that I'll be waiting. To hear your footsteps saying. That you'll be coming home for Christmas.. . Please say you won't forget me. That every moment's emtpy.
I wait at the table,. And hold hands with weeping strangers,. Wait for you. To join the group.. . The tambourine jingle-jangles.. The medium roams and rambles..
You stood in the belltower,. But now you're gone.. So who knows all the sights. Of Notre Dame?. . They've got the stars for the gallant hearts.. I'm the replacement for your part..
When I was a child, running in the night, i was afraid of what might be. Hiding in the dark and hiding on the street, and of what was following me. . The hounds of love are calling.