Today: I welcome back to Earth a broken, bruised band of men called Nada Surf   An ambassador, a poet   And an architect who fought the stars as they brandished guitars   And they flew direct       Who could have known they’d face the demons   And silence the screams to get back home       And Lo! They’ve seized the Golden Crown   And a thousand perfect, imprisoned maidens have turned around   To see the story unfold!    They break the chains and clean the stains   And the castle turns to solid gold       Diamonds at their feet   Rubies line the streets!   Wear, with honor now, your rings of gold!      And now, all hail the universe   For Matthew, Daniel and Ira are known as Nada Surf