My dear apocalyptic friendnConvinced the world will shortly endnI only want to hold you in my armsnAnd whisper softly that it’s alrightnIf God decides to kill the lightsnAnd back to stardust we return againnWhen rapture comes I understand your car will likely be unmannednBut what about those sitting in the backnStrapped into the baby’s seatnSweet milk sticking to their feetnIs this the joy felt waking of your heartnIs this the joy felt waking of your heartnSo let the woods reclaim the farmnThe lighting strikes collapse the barnnThe grass has grown to just below your kneesnAs insects guided by the moon pray for another vacant roomnAnd ash rains down like feathers made of smokenAnd ash rains down like feathers make of smokenMy dear apocalyptic friendnConvinced the world will shortly endnI only want to hold you in my armsnAnd whisper softly that it’s alrightnIf God decides to kill the lightsnAnd back to stardust we return againnAnd back to stardust we return againnAnd back to stardust we return againn