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 analog
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
It 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 [bad word] to us, [bad word] 
It's time for you to go.