how much longer will this month last? a note for your troubles, a note for your past echoes on and on, doorbells ring i won't let them bother us, i won't let them sing
i know it's not much, but i promise you this you'll get to heaven on this you'll get to heaven on this
mother cathedral erupts in the room, breaking her hourglass (under the table) a note for the suffering, honest and neat, born in the darkness, a terrible heat;
i know it's not much but i promise you this we'll get to heaven on this we'll get to heaven on this
no, there's nothing around nothing to call, nothing to sound never, ever, no