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
"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 You know Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul Come to us Lazarus It's time for you to go"
Lip read, a mountain stream, fibres in the car Shut down, a cheerless a town, a head rolls in the park
Once seen my libertine undresses in the dark She puts her love inside to break us both apart
With you I felt brand new, you opened up the sky What need to punish me with surgery and lies?
Sleep well my so called friend, a virus in your heart She bends my so called friend and rips my life apart
In sound escape is found from carving out the day My gift a weight that lifts, my eyes give me away
You tell me all the things you know I want to hear You stain the sub terrain with sarin gas and fear
What kind of friend are you? What kind of friend are you? You're so cold What kind of friend are you? What kind of friend are you? So Called Friend
I miss the holy bliss of sun across the bed How sad that all my plans seem foolish now instead
Such a pale light Such a long night Pick up that key Don't drop your gaze in your coffee Is it me? Do I look beautiful in the half light?
It's been so long Years have gone Since I belonged Hold me please Stay with me And I will sleep
I will go now But I will be with you Hold my gaze Hold me inside you
NOTE - Only issued in Germany and Poland.
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