I'm done wasting your timenChasing spiders round my cob web palacenSay you'll be minenI'll wipe the dust from the silver chalicennCan't get used to sleeping alone nMy mood grows dark when the days turn cloudynAnd oh when the cold wind blowsnI dream about your sweet salvationnWatching winter blow thru the westport headlandsnnI don't mind thinkin alonenI don't mind drinking alonenBut oh when these shadows glownnJust can't get used to sleeping alonenSure some friends stop by often without warningnBut oh when the north wind blowsnI dream about your sweet salvationnYour sweet salvationnWatching winter blow thru the westport headlands