Tribe Of The Horned Heart

You knew that they were out there by the signs they'd left behind
On old abandoned buildings
Just some x's and some lines
Half-circles in the concrete, crescents in the snow
You could find the little beacons almost everywhere you'd go

Only people who were sick enough knew how to read them right
I got sick when I was seventeen
And I'd hunt down signs all night

You listen for the voices in the generator's hum
Hang out behind the powerplant and wait for them to come
(Na na na na na)
It's about their mission in the rustling of the surf
But those secrets can be kept from you if your faith is strong enough

Only people who've been sick too long
Can hold on to the hope
But some friendly ghost is listening to the prayers they learned to sing
At the slack end of the rope