I thought I was on my way
But winter came and nothing gold can stay
I thought you were on my side
But you have hid yourself in places I can't find
I remember in the back of west end
How the rose colored light used to seep in
And you would call my name
From that shepherd boy in the stained glass window pane
And in that moment all of life made sense to me
I am tired of chasing all the ghosts inside my head
And when the demons come there no defense or trace of who I was
So now I'm up in arms and all alone and asking for your help
When they sound the horn and the music plays I pray you love me still
Maybe what I need to do is sit in here and wait
I've never claimed to be a patient man but this would try the saints
And maybe god is in the shadows underneath this dusty pew
Waiting for me to take notice but instead I notice you
Who am I to ask you to comply?
I am not fit to live but you were not fit to die
My voice is so weak and small tonight
But if you could spare a whisper, you just might save my life
If could shine the rose colored light
