The clock counts its way down like a bomb to the ground
At its terminus rest the ways unto endless safety
It was quiet and we huddled strapped into our child seats
Until we flew on the wings of the Saviour
The wings of the Saviour

Good morning, oh apologetic mournings
And from here until tomorrow we kill the lies
The men of war lay down their arms
Along side the bones of their bodies

The clock counts its way down like a bomb to the ground
And in the end all we have is endless safety
It was cold and it was silent when we passed this way
Flying on the wings of the Saviour
The wings of the Saviour

Good morning, oh apologetic mournings
And from here until tomorrow we kill the lies
On the wings of the Saviour