If i hear your voice in my head
In my bed, in my rest
Than i just might throw it
Though i know i'm dead in my chest
In my rest, in my dress
Still i might just throw it
Don't hold me under
I don't want to go
I hear it undone, to soon.
Don't hold me under
I don't want to go
I hear it undone, to soon
Those two eyes are way to cold
A golden hound could shame the heart
Try to break, no hope
Tapping to your soul
This time, i head to church
Become the silence break, my mind gotten so slow
No hope but still to shame
Don't hold me under
I don't want to go
I hear it undone, to soon
Don't hold me under
I don't want to go
I hear it undone, to soon
If i hear your voice in my head
In my bed, in my rest
Than i just might throw it
Though i know i'm dead
In my chest, in my rest, in my dress
Still i might just throw it