opening the doors    opening the rooms to us    a hope to transcend    this deadened consciousness    i call my home    so passion drains the pain away    biting through    as ice storms wait to pierce the flesh    and i wait too    passion drains the pain away    biting through    as ice storms wait to pierce the flesh    and i…and i…   a wild eyed child running faster than    the echo of her mother's loving voice    of her mother's loving voice…    closing over us all    opening the doors    opening the rooms to us    a prayer now to feel again    the warmth of memories    i call my home    so spellbound into this domain    of dreamlike waters' heavy groan    it is nothing more than that    than that which we have always known   so spellbound into this domain    of dreamlike waters' heavy groan    it is nothing more than that    which we…which we…   that six months is not long enough    to forget that everything erased will be written again    everything erased will be written again    and for now we know,    and for now we know,    the waiting is until the end    the waiting is until the end    the waiting is until the end    the waiting all alone