I caught a glance from your eyes In the dark, and you were pretty Like the evening. "How do you do?" I Said. I draped you about me as a warm jacket Pulling the sleeves over my wrists for warmth A House Not Made With Hands. A House Not Made With Hands. A House Not Made With Hands. A House Not Made With Hands. Our hair danced about in the breeze (It was two weeks before autumn set in, and Still I'd not felt a care in the world) I can't sleep no more. There is a fucking Ghost sitting next to me. But then my jacket became tattered and Torn, as if all love had been vanquished from It's soul. no longer was I worthy to wear You. no one attended to my delicate, trembling hands Maybe someday someone will hold me close, And whisper in my ear "these are the Things in life worth loving." But tonight, i am Loss, i am complete rejection.