Fields of the Nephilim

Moon is rising A million years to me Soon be quieter A passing tear from me Sing the same Lie here with me Dreams a dream They all drop dead asleep Shining higher A foolish tune A cry from the top of the spire Wear a prayer, drops and crumbles Crumbl

Would you pay life's pleasures to see me Does it hurt for I want you to remain I run your hair through in another decade Summerland holds me in sumerian haze Pain in places where the lovers mourn Arranging the play things up and down the hall Forever

Moonchild... Well it's a righteous dream Out of mind A righteous dream Out of mind Is it right just dreaming Out of my day Take your horses Let them crawl Put them in their cages That's righteous for your soul Open your eyes Despite what seems Longev