Morning Glory (Remastered) - This Mortal Coil

Written by：Tim Buckley

I lit my purest candle close to my window

Hoping it would catch the eye of any vagabond

That passed it by

And I'm waiting in my fleeting house

Before he came

I felt him drawing near

As he neared

I felt the ancient fear

That he had come to wound my door and jeer

And I waited in my fleeting house

Tell me stories

I called to the hobo

Stories of cold

I smiled at the hobo

Stories of old

I knelt to the hobo

And he stood before my fleeting house

No said the hobo

No more tales of time

Don't ask me now to wash away the grime

I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb

And he walked away from my fleeting house

Then you be d*mned

I screamed to the hobo

Leave me alone

I wept to the hobo

Turn into stone

I knelt to the hobo

And he walked away from my fleeting house