The Good Word

(álbum: EPHRATA - 2017)

Well the professor sadly scratched himself
Finished the rest of his cold coffee
Felt someone walking over his grave
He said "I've got to get out of this draughty old place"

Or maybe somewhere a black hole met another
Waltzed together and span away from each other
Clasped hands for a moment in the empty gymnasium
Their shoes scrape tapping in time to a song older than 'em

He said "God what have I done?"

And was it all predetermined?
All meant to be?
If you give me more time
I swear I'll believe
Give up all of that quantum shit
Spend all my days
Spreading the good word
Singing your praise

Ah ha
Yes sir
That's right

Glory hallelujah
Glory hallelujah

Well the wind made little hurricanes
With the debris in the car park of the driving range
As we have another sip, another toke
Counselor says we're on a slippery slope

Last night I dreamed

We were running for our lives
From robots in the jungle
Helicopters in the sky
But the ground opened up and I
Couldn't save her
Couldn't save her
Couldn't save her again

Oh no
No sir
Not this time

Glory hallelujah
Glory hallelujah
Glory hallelujah

Oh God what have you done?

And was it all predetermined?
All meant to be?
If you give us her back
I still won't believe
But I might give up drinking
So much
We'll just have to wait and see

Glory hallelujah
Glory hallelujah