The end is near. The end is near, the time has come. There ain't no way. Nobody will save you now. . The end is near. The end is near, the time has come.
I just want to find my way back to You. Where love is strong and feels brand new. . I'm sitting here, far away from You. I've tried so hard to know what I should do.
(Lyrics, Music: Leitch, Triano, Peterson). A little child with larger eyes making faces from the clouds above. so simple in so many different ways. Mom and dad would fix his hair before he went outside to play.
Nowhere to go, nothing to do. So we go draw over walls. Police can't catch us 'cuz we're just to fast. . We're too clever, we're not stupid. We're the ones that lead 'em all.
[Music by 15. and Nick]. I used to like this town. Now everything just gets me down. Everything we do. Is only destructive. I used to want. To live in a house.
Teach me sweetheart. . Come away. Teach me, sweetheart. Come on past. Brave young batchelors. I'm alone. Teach me, sweetheart. . My mother in law was standing by the stove.
Sitting on a fence. Your heart can feel the warmth. Of the one who pulled you out of the cold. . Trying to walk the line. Don't know which way to look.
Negativity's too enchanting. 'cause the world seems so depressing. But I know it can't always be. Can't always be that way. I get caught up in my situation.
(Lyrics, Music: Peterson, Triano). Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow, maybe 3 a.m., I will recall the sound. of the little ones so quiet as you turned to make your way back home.
DOWN. . Bought down again. Kicking and screaming. Bought down again. Lying and scheming. . Love is a demon. Waiting to call. Love is a demon. One for us all.
Take me round again in the Wildwood. Where the bluebells grew. With the merry widow waltz singing. Take me back to New York town. . When the birds in Georgia sing of Tennessee.
I wish I knew all the answers. And I could share 'em with you sugar. But for now it looks like. It'll have to be a test of faith. I'll remember the good times.
There's always one thing. They want to ask me. As they proceed to invade my world. It's never with originality. They always make me want to hurl. Do you think that I'm really impressed.
(Lyrics, Music: Triano, Peterson, Leitch). I wake to a voice comforting saying "hey you, you're ok, ok, ok". and I feel alright. Should I feel this way?.
Well I stuffed my stuff into a sport sac and I took the Lake St. El.. Well I got off Cicero and I snuck in through one of the loading docks.. And I smiled as I sucked my gem I mean to take a room at the Brack's..
In our world, we got six billion. And some might say, conflict is unavoidable. But I think we got choices, so I'll say everything will be alright. Don't you know, it's just a simple choice we can choose to.
See a world of suffering. Money sucking greed. Watch the human gluttony. All these mouths to feed. . Contortion. Contortion in my head. Contortion. All I see is red.
(Lyrics, Music: Triano, Peterson, Leitch). All alone at sea again, no one here but me. Sail is burning in the night, no land as far as I can see. Hands are shaking by my side, no one at the wheel.
I've seen your lust for things to be all right, well you better start waiting. I've seen it in a million eyes, and I'm still waiting. 'cause the answer ain't your lust for things to be all right, so I'm still waiting.
What's the fucking point? I'm a lazy sod. I won't go to college and I won't get a job. I sleep right through the day, I won't even get dressed. My parents go to work, they try and put me to the test.