Hounds

Good love beside me A warm bed in which to sleep Quiet the voice inside That only of weakness speaks Feels like no angels Follow where I tread Made to make a home, but I'm Lost in wilderness instead And I will find Myself alone again And all my fears Become the dreams of yester-when Awake in this hell-space I can barely hold my tongue Try for my life to be someone Who could never come undone Feels like no angels Follow where I tread Made to make a home, but it Burns to the ground instead And I will find Myself alone again And all my fears Become the dreams of other men And I will find Myself alone again And all my fears Become the dreams of yester-when, oh, hmm And I will find Myself alone again And all my fears Become the dreams of yester-when