We were called to the forest and we went down
A wind blew warm and eloquent
We were searching for the secrets of the universe
And we rounded up demons
And forced them to tell us what it all meant
We tied them to trees and broke them down one by one
And on a scrap of paper they wrote these words
And as we read them the sun broke through the trees
Dread the passage of Jesus for he will not return
Then we headed back to our world and left the forest behind
Our hearts singing with all the knowledge of love
But somewhere somehow we lost the message along the way
And when we got home we bought ourselves a house
And we bought a car that we did not use
And we bought a cage and two singing birds
And at night we sit and listen to the canaries song
For we both run rhyme out of words
Now the stars they are all angled wrong
And the sun and the moon refuse to burn
But i remember a message in the demon’s hand
Dread the passage of Jesus
He does not return…
He does not return…
He does not return…