Текст: Sixpence None The Richer. This Beautiful Mess. Melting Alone.

Tonight the lamplight swirls and glistens
melting itself upon my face
I'm hanging my silhouette near the shoreline
I'm swimming underneath in the noontime

will I ever know what's wrong with me?
will I ever see your hand again in mine...

tonight the rain is pelting rooftops
there is no fire to melt the cold
I'm straining to hear a human whisper
and I'm painting images on the soft stone

now I'm drinking alone
amidst these figures of stone
I'll raise the glass once again
then lay my head on the pillow