We were called to the forest and we went down a wind blew warm in our hut 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 we did not use and we bought a cage and two birds and at night we would listen to the canaries song for we both ran out of words now the stars they are all angled wrong and the sun and the moon they refuse to burn but i remember a message in a demon hand DREAD THE PASSAGE OF JESUS for he does not return he does not return he does not return