My hands are dry, it's the coldest of weeks I think I'll stay but you'd better leave Who are you now to not say what you seek. I'll never know what you think about it I'll never know oh where you are. I'll never bring you back to the holy house that you wanted I'll never bring you back, oh no, through the ones you haunted Hear them whistling, see them waving, hear them calling out I am alright, but I've been thinking there's something better, Something that I once had. Seemingly all the things I've learned In awhile are lost until I've hurt And I lost them... out of my... Lost them... out of my mind I never bring you back To the holy house that you wanted I'll never bring you back along Through the ones you haunted You can't feel it You can't feel it For awhile But in time it'll show, It'll show All will show.