I left a call, the other carpenter tonight I miss the warmth of her good fire I know he's guilty, now that you know I bet you want to be in heaven, in heaven Put faith in who we [?] We wait for the crack of feather stones We are the jaded apostles On the way to another home tomorrow Now the body saying we must go If I have the [?] I watch your breast, [?] We wasting time And the faith that we feel is hollow We wasting life, time alone And that we feel is hollow We wait for the crack of feather stones We are the jaded apostles We are the jaded apostles We are the jaded apostles