Well my winter was long
As I wait for the thaw
And my wounds have all healed
But my nerves are still raw
Living in my own ghost story
Watching silence statues fall
Defying all category
I will make room for you all

Though my garden gate is broken
And there's cracks in all the walls
Though my table is never empty
I will make room for you all

At the end of the day
When the shadows are long
When there's nothing to say
Because nobody's wrong
Reading meaning into patterns
Pleading vainly with the wall
Even lonely doesn't matter
There is no space left to fall

Though my garden gate is broken
And there's cracks on all the walls
Though my table is never empty
I will make room for you all

Come wanderers come enemies and sufferer kings and lay your coats to dry by the fire
Come heretics, come horse thieves come all wise men of great vision