Testo 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 nеver come undone

Feels likе 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