Apocalyptic Friend

My dear apocalyptic friend
Convinced the world will shortly end
I only wanna hold you
In my arms...

And whisper softly
That it's all right
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 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 lightning strikes
Collapse the barn
The grass has grown to just above 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 made of smoke

My dear apocalyptic friend
Convinced the world will shortly end
I only wanna hold you
In my arms...

And whisper softly
That it's all right
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...