As cold as they come I need to hear stories What has been finished in people like me And I've often wondered how good stories end The closer the more I'm impressed I try like the rest to write my own story But somehow your pen gets in the way And I've often wondered how nothing compares Watching the night be repaired As pilgrims we come and need to hear stories That offer a memory of virtue of love And I've often wondered how after we mend We'll all see how good stories end