The Missionaries

Here come the missionaries, storming the shores
Right outta seminary, hands on their swords
See the water runnin' up the siding, never to drip downward
Oh, the living and the dead commune now, which have been awoken?
Watchin' the weather move like creatures above
Slowly they hover toward the clearing in the sky
We were fought beyond the life of reason
Swallowed by the future
See the clock and all the numbers on it, they don't mean that much now
What you haul out to the sea will never stop an opportunity
One that grows with time and ease like a mystery before we had so many
The past isn't dead, our timelines are gone
The future is now, and now has been here all along
If I can't be there, I need you to know
That I swear to hold your place in the fold
What you haul out to the sea will never stop an opportunity
One that grows with time and ease like a mystery before we had so many
The past isn't dead, our timelines are gone
The future is now, and now has been here all along
If I can't be there, I need you to know
That I swear to hold your place in the fold
Hold your place in the fold
Hold your place in the fold
Here come the missionaries, storming the shores
Right outta seminary, hands on their swords