[dormouse sighs]

Brighter days, whiter painted graves Under Idaho sky set to roadside attraction prayer Traveling where the trains will? To Gainesville Lies! Have a little decency and time to kill? Unpromised land! The avalanche of sadness! Of untied strange commands As symbols on their hands, now stored on foreheads! How concerned with unsubstantial terms And turns of circumstance Before the day is done My prince is gonna come Ye winged seraphs fly, bear the news With loud and joyful cry Boys with nothing left to lose? Bridal shoes a birthright Child of the Ephraimites! Not quite prepared to speak right Or sleep well with how well we sleep at night? Mating rights secured A toast to all we're meant for! Before the day is done My prince is gonna come Fire and a flood There's power in the blood Of every little lamb Wonderworking power --- [Dormouse Sighs] - mewithoutYou