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