Melting Alone

Tonight the lamplight swirls and glistens
Melting itself upon my face
IÂ’m hanging my silhouette near the shoreline
IÂ’m swimming underneath in the noontime

Will I ever know whatÂ’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
IÂ’m straining to hear a human whisper
And IÂ’m painting images on the soft stone

Now IÂ’m drinking alone
Amidst these figures of stone
IÂ’ll raise the glass once again
Then lay my head on the pillow