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
And I will find
Myself alone again
And all my fears
Become the dreams of yester-when
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