Moonchild Fields of the Nephilim

Moonchild...

Well it's a righteous dream
But out of mind, yeah
A righteous dream
But out of mind, yeah

Tend the horses
Let 'em crawl
Put 'em in their cages

That's righteous for the soul

Open your eyes
And despite what's deep
Longevity
Well, that's righteous for the weak

Moonchild
Lower me down, lower me down
Moonchild
Lower me down down down down down down

Well it's a righteous day
But out of mind, yeah
And I give your last rite
Oh, it's a righteous day