Play your songs of love dearest one, Jehova will never come The holy crowd is a believer herd, let's set it in a flame So come with me into the black trees And leave you watch and tell a tale And might look to a Jehova's witness Curling in the shade In my ears were whispered hymns I've come to know all your darkest sins I know you lied to thee Your weakened father I know because I've danced with your wounded mother Come into my arms Bury me with flowers 2000 years of whispers in my ears