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