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 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 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 And 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