Summer night, the world's on fire;
I don't ask why but I think I know.
Heart attack a few years back,
now, just a weak arm.
Well, it's a miracle

And whispers of doubt that escaped our mouth
the first of an army to come.

I think that we know there are plans for us all,
just not the ones we're making for ourselves,
and I want to believe, cause my father believed.
Well, if the rapture's not coming, I don't know what I'll do.

We fell asleep to static TV,
the church of what'd you do last night?
Spinning in Orion's arms,
the church of mostly empty space.

Long before the earth was born?
Well, that's why they call it faith!

And whispers of doubt that escaped our mouth,
the first of an army to come,
and if you fall asleep to static on TV,
the hem and haw of the end.