lonely bed, in lonely room
a bitter nest to lay,
cold, harsh air, dry and still
where i once knelt to pray.
sit with knees drawn to my chest
hands wrapped tight to still
the longing of a wounded heart
wound tight ’round loves free will
lonely bed, in lonely room
a bitter nest to lay,
cold, harsh air, dry and still
where i once knelt to pray.
sit with knees drawn to my chest
hands wrapped tight to still
the longing of a wounded heart
wound tight ’round loves free will