In the night, when the storm won't answer your prayers
whitsun bells won't hide the footsteps under the stairs
well i feel incredibly scared

faith for the mob out on the weekend
pace down the aisle, well i guess its a sunday
hanging my head now there's heaven in sight
oh what a night

i'm falling away

and 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, out with the starters
holding the hands of the mothers and daughters
ache in the chest, what a terrible sign
oh what a night

i'm falling away