The Winding Sheet

Saw God staring from the wall I was alone and lost Here to take me from this world Still alone and lost Night when the dogs from hell come out Roam my house in chains of gold The darkness dares my eyes to close Saw a ghost in the shadows smile I was sick in my soul All tied up in a winding sheet Still sick in my soul Night when the dogs from hell come out Roam my house in chains of gold The darkness dares my eyes to close With the setting sun Tired I lay me back on thorns Full of fear in my head Lay me back so I could not rise Full of fear in my head Night when the dogs from hell come out Roam my house in chains of gold The darkness dares my eyes to close With the setting sun Rose with the setting sun With the setting sun The night is born My time has come With the setting sun With the setting sun Jesus touch my hand Please touch my hand Please touch my hand With the setting sun