Oh Brother - Cold Reading

Here I am all alone.

A brother, a friend is what I miss in this cold and cloudy night.

So come on in. It’s so warm and safe inside.

And let’s have a good talk all night long.

Let us stay confused and misunderstood.

Because we’re the only ones with a smile upon our faces.

It is late and I’m still waiting for a sound outside my door.

Oh brother where are you?

The door stays shut and logs are turning to ash.

I stay inside, waiting for you to arrive.

But my whispers are too quiet and my arms are made of stone.