And the city stood in a glowing splendor 'til her ashes were laid in an urn beneath a fast food counter.

I will return.

The descendants were born and they danced their dances,
Then the sound of their stumbling was great, tilting the world on its axis.

I will return.

And the women gazed in their mirrors,
Suitors brought them vials of perfume, (quiet lives of desperation)
Then golden-haired locusts with the faces of angels sealed each of them up in a metal cocoon,
And the life ran out just when it all seemed better,
Here is a display in a granite museum,
A shame on view forever.

I will return,
I will return.

And the birdcage was eventually opened,
A great flock of nuns flew away, (meeting no one's expectations)
And the saints who had slept on a head of a pin came down from the sky at the end of all days,
And the city stood in a glowing splendor 'til her ashes were laid in an urn beneath a fast food counter.

I will return.

I will be coming like a thief in the night,
I will be coming like a thief in the night,
I will be coming like a thief in the night,
I will be coming like a thief in the night,