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I lit my purest candleClose to my windowHoping it would catch the eyeOf any vagabond who had passed it byAnd I waited in my fleeting houseBefore he cameI felt him drawing nearAsked him inI felt the ancient fearThat he had come to my door and jeeredAnd I waited in my fleeting houseTell me stories, I called to the hoboStories of Cold, I smiled to the hoboStories of old, I knelt to the hoboAnd he stood before meIn my fleeting house.No, said the hoboNo more tales of timeDon't ask me now to wash away the grimeI can't come in 'causeIt's too hard a climbAnd he walked away from my fleeting houseThen you'll be damnedI screamed to the hoboLeave me alone, I wept to the hoboTurn into stone, I knelt to the hoboSongtexteAnd he walked away from my fleeting houseI lit my purest candleClose to my windowHoping it would catch the eyeOf any vagabond who passed it byAnd I waited in my fleeting house Aus Songtexte Mania