[Verse 1] The prophets woke up empty No message in the wire The preacher checked the silence Like a fuse that wouldn't fire The saints kept sending questions The angels read them twice Somebody rang the heavens Nobody picked up all night [Pre-Chorus] We waited for a warning A trumpet, flood, or sign Nothing came For the first time [Chorus] God has left the group chat Nobody knows why Heaven's got three little dots But no one's typing on the other side God has left the group chat No thunder, no goodbye We've spent forever asking what comes next Maybe this time We decide [Verse 2] The markets opened Monday The trains still ran on time The babies kept on crying The dead stayed dead just fine No mountains split asunder No horsemen filled the streets Turns out the end of certainty Looks frighteningly routine [Pre-Chorus] We waited for the punishment For fire from the sky Nothing came We were still alive [Chorus] God has left the group chat Nobody knows why Heaven's got three little dots But no one's typing on the other side God has left the group chat No thunder, no goodbye We've spent forever asking what comes next Maybe this time We decide [Verse 3] By Friday, people argued About who had heard Him last Some swore that He was testing us Some swore He'd never asked Some built another altar Some tore the old ones down Some fed the hungry anyway With no one keeping count [Pre-Chorus] And somewhere in the silence Something changed that night No commandment We were kind [Bridge] What if nobody's watching? What if nobody knows? What if every road we've followed Was only ever roads? What if there is no answer Waiting somewhere up above? Would you still forgive your enemy? Would you still call someone you love? Would you pull a stranger from the water If no heaven wrote it down? If no one waits to judge us— Who are we now? [Final Chorus] God has left the group chat Maybe He won't reply Heaven can keep its little dots We're done staring at the other side God has left the group chat No thunder, no goodbye We've spent forever asking what comes next Tonight We decide God has left the group chat And somehow morning came Maybe being good was never About somebody keeping names [Outro] No trumpet No sign No voice from the other side Just us Still here Still trying.
