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)

(...)

.

Pocupine Tree - Lazarus