She made the night   But the dark's all right   And his heart became the hunter   A deadly bride   It's suicide   So take it slow      Waiting alone for the witching hour   Feeling the shock and the surge of power   She's come to know      She makes her way to the door forbidden   Tomorrow she'll say that she did not really go there   To neverwhere   Never where      And then the child   Strange free and wild   The picture of the mother      The same cold eyes   The same old lies   The same as one another      Together they wait for the witching hour   Felling the heat and the push of power   They need to know      Left behind he's the uninvited   Maybe the door will open if he   Waits there   At neverwhere   Neverwhere      The hand that rocks the cradle in the morning   Could be lurking round the corner with a gun   Before you take the time to say I'm sorry   Remember where she's been   And all the misery she's done      And then the prize   Time to decide   But one last voice   Be careful      It's just too strong   And he must belong   So down we go      Waiting for the witching hour   Needing the shock and the surge of power   He wants to know      They make their way down to the door forbidden   She waves him in at last   And he's gone there   To neverwhere   Neverwhere   Neverwhere