My dear apocalyptic friend   Convinced the world will shortly end   I only want to hold you in my arms   And whisper softly that it’s alright   If God decides to kill the lights   And back to stardust we return again   When rapture comes I understand your car will likely be unmanned   But what about those sitting in the back   Strapped into the baby’s seat   Sweet milk sticking to their feet   Is this the joy felt waking of your heart   Is this the joy felt waking of your heart   So let the woods reclaim the farm   The lighting strikes collapse the barn   The grass has grown to just below your knees   As insects guided by the moon pray for another vacant room   And ash rains down like feathers made of smoke   And ash rains down like feathers make of smoke   My dear apocalyptic friend   Convinced the world will shortly end   I only want to hold you in my arms   And whisper softly that it’s alright   If God decides to kill the lights   And back to stardust we return again   And back to stardust we return again   And back to stardust we return again