She made the night

But the dark's all right

And his heart became the hunter

A deadly bride

It's suicide

So take it slow



Waiting alone for the witching hour

Feeling the shock and the surge of power

She's come to know



She makes her way to the door forbidden

Tomorrow she'll say that she did not really go there

To neverwhere

Never where



And then the child

Strange free and wild

The picture of the mother



The same cold eyes

The same old lies

The same as one another



Together they wait for the witching hour

Felling the heat and the push of power

They need to know



Left behind he's the uninvited

Maybe the door will open if he

Waits there

At neverwhere

Neverwhere



The hand that rocks the cradle in the morning

Could be lurking round the corner with a gun

Before you take the time to say I'm sorry

Remember where she's been

And all the misery she's done



And then the prize

Time to decide

But one last voice

Be careful



It's just too strong

And he must belong

So down we go



Waiting for the witching hour

Needing the shock and the surge of power

He wants to know



They make their way down to the door forbidden

She waves him in at last

And he's gone there

To neverwhere

Neverwhere

Neverwhere