Lazarus Steven Wilson

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