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…