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, (follow me, follow me down) you know
moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul
Follow me down to the valley below, (follow me, follow me down) you know
moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul
come to us Lazarus, it's time for you to go
Mary
Labels: Lazarus, Mary, Porcupine Tree
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