Interpret:

Opeth

Album:

My Arms, Your Hearse

Our abode 'mongst the stars is waiting 
Long enough for our last breath of life 
You stare at nothing, Right through me 
At times resembling the Devil's concubine 
And me, I am the idol that would long 
To caress our eyes until they would open no more 
I would comfort you if I only could 
But as we all know by now... I am just thin air 
Unaware as you are of my presence 
You are losing yourself 
Hiding within The Amen Corner