In the night When the storm won't answer your prayers And Whitsun bells won't hide the Footsteps under the stairs Well, I feel incredibly scared Faith for the mob Out on the weekend Pacing the aisle Well, I guess it's a Sunday Hanging my head Now there's heaven in sight Oh, what a night I'm falling away I'm falling away I'm falling away Now I'm aware That my pulse is racing again My cousin's children tied my Shoelace under the chair And I feel incredibly scared Sweat on the palms And I'm out with the starters Holding the hands of the Mothers and daughters Pain in the chest What a terrible sight Oh, what a night I'm falling away I'm falling away I'm falling away I'm falling away