CONTACT

Though we made contact in the shadow of the Devil's Tower

My regrets were simply more than I could bear

So take the heading and make way toward the final hour

Where you said that maybe I will see you there

There's no denying it's a mystery where we came from

A stolen whisper from the edges of a storm

Sometimes I wish that this existence was a simple one

But it will never quell the fear of something more

Though I heard tell since I was little of the Holy Father

Since I've set out on my own, the voyage has shown