Atlantic
I hope all my days will be lit by your faceI hope all the years will hold tight our promisesI don't want to be old and sleep aloneAn empty house is not a homeI don't want to be old and feel afraid
I don't want to be old and sleep aloneAn empty house is not a homeI don't want to be old and feel afraidAnd if I need anything at allI need a place that's hidden in the deepWhere lonely angels sing you to your sleepThough all the world is broken
I need a place where I can make my bedA lover's lap where I can lay my head'Cause now the room is spinningThe day's beginning