The Turning

Eyes over the city

rise up from your soul

They hang over the streets at night

Brought on by the cold



We live with the numbers

Mining a dream for the same old song

What hope for the turning

If everything you know is wrong



So come on, shake your rag doll, baby

Before you change your mind

Then come on, when the rapture takes me

Be the fallen angel by my side



If you carry the lantern

I'll carry you home

You search for the disappeared

I'll bury the cold



Yours is a messiah

Mine is a dream and it won't be long

No hope for the journey

If no-one ever sees the dawn



So come on, shake your rag doll, baby

Before you change your mind

Then come on, when the rapture takes me

Will you be by my side?

Then come on, when the rapture takes me

Be the fallen angel by my side



So come on, shake your rag doll, baby

Before you change your mind

Then come on, when the rapture takes me

Will you be by my side?



Hey come on, shake your rag doll, baby

Before you change your mind

Then come on, when the rapture takes me

Be the fallen angel by my side