I turn my head, there's nothing there All I own is my thoughts for my fears I close the door to keep out the bad I plug my ears to keep out these fears And I cry?
(Chorus): So hold me close for I'm so tired of holding myself So very tired and tired, tired and tired Just hold me.
I listen to these voices or is it this house that's giving me chills, As I lie upon this little girls bed Who's at the door? Who's walking near? Or has my imagination spilled? This little girl all grown up still fears Oh and I cry!
(Chorus x2)
Where can I go? Where can I hide from these evil sufferings? Oh these images painted on my walls They say there's a place that I can hide in the shadow of your wings Oh Lord, bring me to this place of refuge No more tears.