Valley of the unfortunate dead
I arrive with my hands upon my head
Rain come down let it wash away my dread

I wish, I wish that I could find a way
To lift you up when you’re in pain
I feel so weak I feel so vain

Habits formed in a life of debt
Set intentions as well as can be set
The waning moon comes to collect

I wish, I wish that I could find a way
To lift you up when you’re in pain
I feel so weak I feel so vain
I sense the source of disrepair
The pain is here you’re barely there
You fight to bury the despair