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"

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
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