Lazarus
As the cheerless towns pass my windowI can see a washed out moon through the fogAnd then a voice inside my head, breaks the analogueAnd says
"Follow me down to the valley below You knowMoonlight is bleeding from out of your soul"
I survived against the will of my twisted folkBut in the deafness of my world the silence brokeAnd said
"Follow me down to the valley below You knowMoonlight is bleeding from out of your soul"
"My David don't you worryThis cold world is not for youSo rest your head upon meI have strength to carry you"
Ghosts of the twenties risingGolden summers just holding you
"Follow me down to the valley below You knowMoonlight is bleeding from out of your soulCome to us, LazarusIt's time for you to go"