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"