Settle down, Silver John
We know nothing went wrong
And as ever it was us who had the wrong goggles on

New apocalypse on us, yes
Best get used to dark, used to wet
Hear them panicking, shouting out
“We’re not ready yet”

Will you wait for us, wait for me?
We’ve been praying our best for thee
We’ve been holding our breath eternally

Hands, knees, feet