Mark Lanegan

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