I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around
now I'm all used up and the fields have turned brown
Lord I'm waist deep, waist deep in the mist
It's almost like, almost like I don't exist
I'm 20 miles out of town, Cold Irons bound
I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around
now I'm all used up and the fields have turned brown
Lord I'm waist deep, waist deep in the mist
It's almost like, almost like I don't exist
I'm 20 miles out of town, Cold Irons bound