The Winding Sheet - Mark Lanegan

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

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

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

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

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

Rose with the setting sun

With the setting sun

The night is born

My time has come

With the setting sun

With the setting sun

Jesus touch my hand

Please touch my hand

Please touch my hand

With the setting sun