How much longer will this month last
A note for your troubles a note for your past
Echoes on and on doorbells ring
I won't let them bother us I won't let them sing
I know it's not much
But I promise you this
You'll get to heaven on this
You'll get to heaven on this
Mother cathedral erupts in the room
Breaking her hourglass under the table
A note for the suffering honest and neat
Born in the darkness a terrible heat
I know it's not much
But I promise you this
We'll get to heaven on this
We'll get to heaven on this