Oh I know now we're on our way To where our father had once settled his score And though that garden's long been locked away We heard that angels had once opened that door In the heat of summer Magnolias fell upon lost lovers Steeped in sin and shameful slumbers The willows wept while they watched us burn In the heat of summer Dogwoods cackled as they claimed another Star-crossed lover with a shameful hunger They strung us up just to watch us burn Oh I know now we're on our way To where our fathers once had settled their score And though the goalposts they may have changed Those fields sleep silent as they did before In the heat of summer Worlds apart from their lonely mothers Boys played war to show each other Whose blood could keep the rivers running full In the heat of summer Worlds apart from those ancient wonders Mad men built cheap Parthenons To prey on those who kept their bellies full And now those preachers are surprised that we would mind when their feckless faith had faltered They're frightened that their flock is growing weary of their windowless rooms The final play of their crusade is force our memories to fade And keep us blinded to our crime, blinded to our crime Blinded all of this time, all of this time To the beauty that we left behind Oh I know now we're on our way To where our devils dance and god once would But whose fault should that be anyway When no one listened but our demons would Oh a clap of thunder Were those gunshots or almighty thunder Was Eden burned for greed and plunder Will we ever grow it back again With a clap of thunder We asked the rain to wash away our blunders But when it showed us our true colors We let our brothers drown again Was it truly a surprise when god's children, fed with lies Tried to swim into the mouth of Gibraltar He should have always known that we'd grow weary of our windowless rooms Did he take pleasure in our plight, send down a bolt of spite To keep us blinded to our crime, blinded to our crime Blinded all of this time, all of this time To the beauty that we left behind Oh I know now we're on our way But our apples have been rotting to the core And if we let our last last few die today Will our children ever make it through that door?