My dear apocalyptic friend Convinced the world will shortly end I only want to hold you in my arms And whisper softly that it's alright If God decides to kill the lights And back to stardust we return again
When rapture comes I understand your car will likely be unmanned But what about those sitting in the back Strapped into the baby's seat Sweet milk sticking to their feet Is this the joy felt waking up your heart Is this the joy felt waking up your heart
So let the woods reclaim the farm The lighting strikes collapse the barn The grass has grown to just below your knees As insects guided by the moon pray for another vacant room And ash rains down like feathers made of smoke And ash rains down like feathers make of smoke
My dear apocalyptic friend Convinced the world will shortly end I only want to hold you in my arms And whisper softly that it's alright If God decides to kill the lights And back to stardust we return again And back to stardust we return again And back to stardust we return again