Glass of water

I hope all my days will be lit by your face, I hope all the years will hold tight our promises. I don't wanna be old and sleep alone. An empty house is not a home. I don't wanna be old and feel afraid. And if I need anything at all, I need a place that's hidden in the deep where lonely angels sing you to your sleep. The modern world is broken. I need a place where I can make my bed, a lover's lap where I can lay my head. 'Cause now the room is spinning. The day's beginning.