Marc Almond - Bedroom Shrine

I'm praying at my bedroom shrine
Saying the words to make you mine
All the candles and the flowers
To brighten up my lonely hours
Wishing you were in my arms
Instead of only in my head
Praying at my bedroom shrine
Looking at a photograph
And crying to myself
I'm lying to myself
That you and me
Could ever be
Intimately together.
I'm praying at my bedroom shrine
On my knees waiting for a sign
All the incense and the charms
Are going to bring you into my arms
I'm closing my eyes
For a soul that cries
Praying at my bedroom shrine
Looking at your photograph
And crying to myself
That you and me
Could ever be
Intimately together