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