Today: I welcome back to Earth a broken, bruised band of men called Nada Surf
An ambassador, a poet
And an architect who fought the stars as they brandished guitars
And they flew direct
Who could have known they'd face the demons
And silence the screams to get back home
And Lo! They've seized the Golden Crown
And a thousand perfect, imprisoned maidens have turned around
To see the story unfold!
They break the chains and clean the stains
And the castle turns to solid gold
Diamonds at their feet
Rubies line the streets!
Wear, with honor now, your rings of gold!
And now, all hail the universe
For Matthew, Daniel and Ira are known as Nada Surf
