Lay down now in slumber. Mama's boy is torn assunder. All the fields have gone grey. All the leaves are gone brown.. . Let me tell you a story. Lay down, I know your weary.
I hear your voice in every corridor. I see your face in every picture frame. I feel your eyes in every starry sky. Lover, am I coming home again. . Now am I humble, who once was proud.
Ooo, let me be lonely. I'd rather be by myself. than with you acting holy. I want to be with the one. I want to be. or else I want to be free. Ooo, let me be lonely.