This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. Not with a band. . You come, you go. I see you, it snows.
EIGHT MILES HIGH. Written by Gene Clark/Roger McGuinn/David Crosby. Revised by Keith Emerson/Robert Berry/Carl Palmer. . 8 miles high, and when you touch down.
Long hot summer days, traveling out far. This driving music makes us feel more than we ever are. I'm trying hard to get away from you. Trying hard to get away from you.
You said too much. And what you said, it was a lie. You said too much. And what you said it was a crime. . I've bled too much. With every lie you keep on telling.
Sangre De Toro. (Keith Emerson/Carl Palmer). . Time to awaken daybreak begun. Feeling so strong here in the sun. The work has to be done, will be done.
It's hip to skip, and cool to fool. So jump to it, 'cos faster rules. On your feet on your head. On the surf 'cos lenin's dead. Oh la plage. . I'm in to it, I'm out of it.
La Vista. (Keith Emerson/Robert Berry/Carl Palmer). . Fortunes drifting across the sierra. Life, survived in visions of gold. Spanish galleons of old upon El Man.
I feel like a world gone crazed. At the thought of you. Your hot ways still chill. I'm closing in on you. Temptation never leaves me. But leaves me every once and a while.
Hushed up, touched up. I see myself and all I've fucked up. I've been sold a million times. It's just as well. . I can take three thousand times. Fine.
You've gotta say yes. How can you have doubts. The views too good to jump. Now let me talk you down. Come On. . Like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth.
It was a cold night in december. The snow lay on the ground. She was coming home from school one night. From the other side of town. It was getting late, there was something wrong.
I believe, I believe sometimes I touch. I believe love. I deserve, I deserve much more than this. I deserve love. . This is hopeless now as minutes stall.
You've gotta say yes. How can you have doubts. The views too good to jump. Now let me talk you down. Yeah, come on. . Like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth.
Jimmy jack, flash smash. Broken bottle, broken crash. Shooting rotten, rotten hash. Drinking bottles, what an arse up. What a slip up, shouting flipping.
I am closer to believing. Than I ever was before. On the crest of this elation. Must I crash upon the shore. And with the driftwood of acquaintance. Light the fire to love once more.
No, you're not alone. 'Cause everybody's out there on their own. But you, one of the scene. Tryin' to be like no ones ever been. . And everybody knows that.
It's a plentiful day. Holding us together this way. The only things that are real to us are the words. We know we can have it all. Upon the heads of our youthful charms.
I'm too honest when I'm scared. When I first looked in I was young and cared. . These are ways of getting through. . I left my trust on the tail of youth.
With every single step I take I'm leaving. Will you get your story told. Stealing light from fallen stars. The devil that you know knows where you are.