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...