Woorden: Tom Schecter. Love Letters to Proserpina.

I have waited impatient on your return
I have tossed and turned, every step you take
And the sun goes down now, and the dance turns over
And it deepens every line on this long face

I imagine you now as you were before
And I know in my soul you have not changed
Do you know me now as I stand apart
Waiting on a ghost to prove me, saying,

Do you wait impatient on my return?
Do you toss and turn, every step I take?
When the night is darkest and the dance turns over
And it deepens every line on this long face

And the worst of every nightmare that I have known
Is the thought of a stranger picking up your phone
I asked to hear your voice but the man says no
And I?m short another quarter ?fore I let go

And every time I wake out of that bad dream
I?m convinced for a moment you?ve abandoned me
Or perhaps you don?t exist in the first place
Either way I can?t make myself think straight, anymore

Will you follow me down, down this black hole?
Will you disappear if I turn my head?
And will your sound be the last to go
That has been with me since first we met

Do you wait impatient on my return?
Do you toss and turn, every step I take?
When the night is darkest and the dance turns over
And it deepens every line on this long face

And there?s a map of the world drawn on my mug
And I wonder how I ever got here so young
A little bit mean and a little bit drunk
And to keep from cursing everyone I bite my tongue

When I come awake into this bad dream
I smile at the thought of what your name might be
And I hope against hope you?ll be here tonight
I leave the door open and wait for you inside

Still I wait impatient on your return
Still I toss and turn, every step you take
And the door?s still open, and you?re still nowhere
And we have to put this off for one more day

Yeah, the sun comes up now, and the dance turns over
And it deepens every line on this long face