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TIME JESUM TRANSEUNTUM
ET NOT RIVERENTUM |
| We were called to the forest And we went down The 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 'em to trees And broke them down One by one And on a scrap of paper, They wrote these words 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 singin', With all the knowledge of love Cause 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 canaries' song For we had both run Right out of words Now the stars, They are all ended wrong And the sun and the moon, They refuse to burn But I remember a message In a demon's hand "Dread the passage of Jesus, For He does not return." It is not the time It is not the place It is not too late It is not real This is not real This can't be real Not anymore Please . . . not anymore. |