As the cheerless towns pass my window 

I can see a washed out moon through the fog 

And then a voice inside my head breaks the analogue 

And says-



"Follow me down to the valley below 

You know 

Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul" 



I survived against the will of my twisted folk 

But in the deafness of my world the silence broke 

And said-



"Follow me down to the valley below 

You know 

Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul" 



"My David don't you worry 

This cold world is not for you 

So rest your head upon me 

I have strength to carry you" 



(Ghosts of the twenties rising 

Golden summers just holding you) 



"Follow me down to the valley below 

You know 

Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul 

Come to us Lazarus It's time for you to go"