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 am 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 can 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