Break the branch upon the willow
No bird will want to sing today
Cut loose the boats down in the boathouse
We've never seen such strange old days
Tell the lost that no one's looking
Tell the found that no one cares
No one can ever find the answers
We've never seen such strange old days

So long to thinking, the crowd will travel well
We've unchained a monster
And it left me feeling unwell
So long to knowing, the past is buried still
Under a hard place in an empty wishing well

No one's coming for the helpless
So come and quickly help yourself
Go and sell yourself to jesus
God insists upon that sale
People are whistling to the sirens
They clap their hands to a defeat
I saw a headless person crying
We've never seen such strange old days