We were called to the forest
And we went down
A wind wind blew warm and eloquent
We were searching for the secrets of the universe
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
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'd sit and listen to the canary song
For we'd both run right 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 a demon's hand
"Dread the passage of Jesus, for he does not return"
...he does not return
...he does not return