As cold as they come I need to hear stories
What has been finished in people like me
And I've often wondered how good stories end
The closer the more I'm impressed I try like the rest to write my own story
But somehow your pen gets in the way
And I've often wondered how nothing compares
Watching the night be repaired

As pilgrims we come and need to hear stories
That offer a memory of virtue of love
And I've often wondered how after we mend
We'll all see how good stories end