I had a dream
It wasn’t safe where I had to go
There was a bird
In violent wind and rain and snow

And a band played in the sky
To the pterodactyl mothers
Who keep their babies dry

And a man told me
For a price I could live forever
Then he opened up his breifcase

Hey St. Paul
Tell me now where should we go?
There’s many walls
Of precious glass and black windows
Oh no

I know exactly where this tunnel goes
And I know this precious world in overthrow
And where we’re from you just can’t go
No no no

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Words & music by John Hofmann