The Temple

I build you a temple at the coart
No cry of no single gull
A temple close to the shelf
I build you a temple at the shore
Where even the tides rest for a little spell
I build you a temple at the edge of time
On the inside wood and amber
Tortoise shingle roof
I will wait there in decembers gloom
All the windows will be light up
That you won’t miss that place
All the torches will show you the way
Someday you’ll find me
And i’ll shout it’s you
And you will be in tears
From time to time
Boats passing by
I will walk on top and search the horizon
I will sit on top and search
I will walk on top and search the horizon
For you
I will walk on top and search the horizon
I will sit on top and search
I will walk on top and search the horizon
For you
I build you, i build you a temple, john
A temple at the coast
Here you’ll see your absence the most
I build you, i build you a temple, john
A temple like a shell
Where even the tides rest for a spell