Well, the end days rise
Yet the world gets by
While they fill my skies with junk
Still celestial bodies spinning out the Sun
Are bringing your deliverance as one

Hail the wounded stars hiding ageless arks
Come and take my body so far, so far
Cause home may be calling
Or home some other lark
But as a noonday witness, I'm lost!

Pull the sticky pine
Build some other mind
Cause faith ain't enough, ain't enough
For as God's my pilot I need Him to make the charts
To route my escape from this heart

Well, the end days rise
Yet the world gets by
While they fill my skies with goodbyes
Still celestial bodies spinning out the Sun
Are bringing your deliverance as one
They are bringing your deliverance as one, as one