One day the knife began to fall 
and as it dropped I heard it call 
"Oh father see how I have grown, 
the bastard fruit of seed you've sewn" 
I lost my erection, 
Saw my reflection 
It was hard to see that face 
He said "Welcome home brother, 
How have you been?" 

We're at the end of an era 
No more sharpening our errors 
No more praying, we never hit 
The things that we are shooting at 
We've gone throught the valley, 
We've bourn our burden badly 
But liftup your ears and turn around, 
Think I can hear a sound 
The tune is sweet, The rhythm's strong 
The music that could bring us all 
Together again 

One night I left my lady's side 
I felt some change within the tide 
Pulled a blanket over me, 
Set my little boat to sea 
I can feel the waves come, 
Find the rhythm 
The ocean won't let you forget 
The tide goes out... 
But the tide will come back in 

We're at the end of an era 
No more praying, we never hit 
The things that we are shooting at 
We left our lovers waiting, 
Spent our juices masturbating 
I think it's time we start to build 
Something that has a heart 
The air is growing thick with tones 
That just might bring these 
Scattered bones together again 

One morning we woke up to find the 
Chasm had come so wide 
Between us and our fathers, 
And while we slept the space grew larger 
I could feel the shadow, 
Could hear the echo 
Of a song I know we used to sing, 
I'm starting to remember... 
How it begins 

We're at the end of an era, 
No more sharpening our errors 
No more praying, we never hit 
The things that we are shooting at 
We sent our vessels out to sea, 
Tied our feathers to the trees, 
Spent the winter on our knees, 
Looking for these melodies 
The song of a forgotten king 
Who longs to hear his people sing 
Together again