sábado, 19 de outubro de 2013

Mark Lanegan — 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 / With the setting sun.

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.

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.

The night is born, my time has come / Jesus touch my hand / Please touch my hand / With the setting sun.