"Roger are you with me?
or Roger are you gone?
We're wanderin' out into the woods
I hope you don't get lost"
What I say's a metphor,
for the day's impending night.
Like the darkness that has reformed,
it just no longer ri-e-i-e-ight
O-ou-o-no
o no...

What's that in the bushes?
Is it reason to be scared?
Roger now where are you?
I think we're amost there.
To the cave about which I told you
with a gritty pot of gold
Roger now where are you?
This question's getting o-ou-o-old...
O-ou-o-old
O so old
just too old

finally in the darkness
we made it to the cave
And with nothing there to stop us
We removed all our depraved
thought incest and depression
Our two souls shorty saved
until the crash that's neverending
The collapsing of the ca-e-a-ave
Ca-e-a-ave
ca-e-a-ave

A we ran like there was something
Of a demon chasing us
but the demon known was still inside
the cave, and that of us
And we Ran like it was nothing
We ran onto the sand
Roger, now where are you?
Where to have you ra-e-a-an?
(O roger!!!)
(O roger!!!)
(O roger!!!)

And there I stood upon a beach
Roger nowhere to be found
another soul I knew was gone,
but hoped it hadn't drowned.
And the dream just kept on going
It was an image of the cave
Roger gone and all is lost,
Return of the aforementioned
depraved
depraved
depraved

And now Im not alone again,
I'm back inside the cave
With angels pulling on my hair
and Roger half-asleap
On the floor across the cave from me
I know I cannot go
The angels deep inside me
When now will they go-ou-o-o