Well this beggars belief,
Saw my wife wracked with grief by my side, in a hospital bed.
Saw a scientific man in a hospital gown, and he looked mere minutes from death.
In the bed next to him lay a man looking grim.
Well he had his own problems and worries, but I screamed in his face.
Tried to break my wife's grace with a stream of scared profanities.
Then I heard my name called from the hallway
And I turned and saw it was filled with mist.
When I stepped into it I became deathly cold,
And I saw these figures who were like silhouettes.
Well they urged me ahead, or ignored what I'd said,
Or answered my questions with nothings.
I looked back in that room, saw a world filled with blame,
So I followed these figures through spite.
As the mist closed around I lost sight of that world,
And the figures were all that I had.
Their words became like acid, condescending and aggressive,
And they beat me into submission.
Then I heard a voice inside: 'pray, pray to the Lord and ask of him
For forgiveness, and he will show you the extent of his love'
And I said the words that came to me
And I felt the pain leaving me
And I sensed a presence who knew me
And I felt lifted from the ground
And I saw a light all around
And I heard a voice say to me
'You finest hour, we will show you,
Along with your failings and all of your shortcomings.
Though we know you we still love you,
Now you must go to your home and your cherished ones'.
And I opened my eyes,
And I saw my wife with her tears,
And I said 'don't cry, I'm back again',
And I remembered the vow I gave.
from Mt Augustus,
released September 25, 2010
Performed by Mt Augustus
Written by Cameron Smith
Recorded at Incremental Records.
Luke McCallum - Trumpet
Horns arrangement by Cameron Smith & Scott Bromiley.