Here I am all alone. A brother, a friend is what I miss in this cold and cloudy night. So come on in. It's so warm and safe inside. And let's have a good talk all night long. Let us stay confused and misunderstood. Because we're the only ones with a smile upon our faces. It is late and I'm still waiting for a sound outside my door. Oh brother where are you? The door stays shut and logs are turning to ash. I stay inside, waiting for you to arrive. But my whispers are too quiet and my arms are made of stone.