She made the night
But the dark's all right
And his heart became the hunter
deadly bride
It's suicide
So take it slow

Waiting alone for the witching hour
Feeling the shock and the surge of power [bad word] to know

She makes her way to the door forbidden
Tomorrow she'll say that she did not really go there
To neverwhere
Never where

And then the child
Strange free and wild
The picture of the mother

The same cold eyes
The same old lies
The same as one another

Together they wait for the witching hour
Felling the heat and the push of power
They need to know

Left behind he's the uninvited
Maybe the door will open if he
Waits there
At neverwhere
Neverwhere

The hand that rocks the cradle in the morning
Could be lurking round the corner with a gun
Before you take the time to say I'm sorry
Remember where she's been
And all the misery she's done

And then the prize
Time to decide
But one last voice
Be careful

It's just too strong
And he must belong
So down we go

Waiting for the witching hour
Needing the shock and the surge of power
He wants to know

They make their way down to the door forbidden
She waves him in at last
And he's gone there
To neverwhere
Neverwhere
Neverwhere