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“

„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