Plus ca change, plus c’est le meme chose
The wytching hour is hour is fading fast,
Into the void we call the past
A well of souls these memories,
Remind us of what can never be again
Reach out if you’ve a mind to,
From the city lights that haunt you
You’re only on the outskirts,
As you stare into the distance
Follow! follow me home!
Follow me! follow me home!
I know the way thought i’ve never been
I know if things i’ve never seen before
Embittered by your travellers’ fare,
L’estranger takes you unawares
Reach out if you’re inclined to,
From the nightmare you’ve been blind to
Murdered on the outskirts,
Lost spirit i implore you
Follow! follow me home!
Follow me! follow me home!
We can talk of beginnings and we can talk of ends
We can talk of creation and of death
But i cannot control you, so listen to my words
Follow me home before the banshee scream is heard
Wander in limbo, you widdershinned a church
Follow! follow me home!
Follow me! follow me home!
The wytching hour is fading fast in the void we call the past
A well of souls, these memories recede into eternity again
Follow! follow me home!
Follow me! follow me home!
The wytching hour…
