confused ever since i spied you in the rooms of my mind now i can't deny you bleeding and bruised like a vagabond in rags i've walked the streets to you door to find just what's in store i see you you and many others in your clean well-lighted place where i would find disgrace but i do know i'd find contentment just to be your furniture i need nothing more in the thick of the night take me out of the cold let me sing inside like a radio in the thick of the night before we grow too old let me sing inside like a radio shivering and cold this night's conducive to a flight into my soul but i stand here though my heart grows bold once on the inside i can quietly persist and hold my tears and so still i wait though i grow much weaker i will not faint i'll stay true believe me when i say i'd climb to heaven crawl beneath the lowest hell to stay near you