Lyrics:

Oh, long live our dying friend
In the birth of his hand was the dirge of his end
Cold now in a warming world
Still cold as the moment we're hanging frozen in

Oh, writer of words
Channel of fear
Hey, lover of life
Hater of living here

Come over the hills now
To your darling
The dead voices are near now
Hear them calling

The vibrations reverberate
In waves from a point in time and a place
Tune in and you feel them sent
All time is right now, what do we learn from him, then?

Go look to his words
Don't look to his past
Well, the story goes on
The players are recast

Come over the hills now
To your darling
The dead voices are near now
Hear them calling

Come over the hills now
To your darling
The dead voices are near now
Hear them calling

What part of a million could call him a friend?
But maybe one in a thousand finds something to commiserate in
If that one is you, then what do you see?
What would you say to have saved him
Oh, won't you say it to save me?

The streets are deserted
The bars are the same
One voice of the living
The town crier is calling your name

Come over the hills now
To your darling
The dead voices are near now
Hear them calling

Come over the hills now
To your darling
The dead voices are near now