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