You Occupy a Vast Room In My Mind

I still believe when you sang,

"Though your garden's gray, 
I know all your graces will flower 
In a sweet sunshower." 

Rest easy, Chris Cornell. You'll never know how many people found solace and comfort in your music. You could have kept all of these to yourself, but you gladly gave them away to the world. Thank you for sharing your life.




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On a cobweb afternoon
In a room full of emptiness
By a freeway I confess
I was lost in the pages
Of a book full of death
Reading how we'll die alone
And if we're good, we'll lay to rest
Anywhere we want to go

In your house I long to be
Room by room, patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone
I'll wait for you there
Alone..

On my deathbed I will pray
To the gods and the angels
Like a pagan to anyone
Who will take me to heaven
To a place I recall
I was there so long ago
The sky was bruised
The wine was bled
And there you led me on

In your house I long to be
Room by room, patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone
I'll wait for you there
Alone, alone.

And on I read
Until the day was gone
And I sat in regret
Of all the things I've done
For all that I've blessed
And all that I've wronged
In dreams until my death
I will wander on

In your house I long to be
Room by room, patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone
I'll wait for you there
Alone, alone.

--Audioslave