There’s an old saying that I’ve heard
What makes you love, is gonna make you burn
By the crossing, death did hide
If I’d known then I’d have never left your side

I’m a stranger at her table, I dare not speak
I might shatter in the air
I came walking through her walls, only to find
That I was never really there
So while my soul is able
Won’t be a stranger at her table anymore

I’m an echo in your hall
When the clock face cracked and the dust did fall
On the stairway of your tears
When the people left and you felt the years

I’m a stranger at her table, I dare not speak
I might shatter in the air
I came walking through her walls, only to find
That I was never really there
So while my soul is able
Won’t be a stranger at her table, anymore