My soul is lost, so lonely and so cold. Just like a lamb that has strayed from the fold. Across the barren waste of sin I roam. Oh, gentle shepherd hear my cry and lead me home.
The next voice you hear will be your conscience. As you lie awake and try so hard to sleep. And your unfaithful heart will have to listen. To the shabby little secrets you keep.
The next voice you hear will be your conscience. As you lie awake and try so hard to sleep. And your unfaithful heart will have to listen. To those shabby little secrets you keep.