When the end comes You'll see hydrogen electrolyzed Amazing, you're amazed at the cold you see, the fire by your face Bitter bloom Flightless skies The fear the doom it's no surprise
Realize, there's no sense in losing your mind before your time
In order not to worry you write the words down But it's a fool's game and your game face is shameful
Rise young sun you're a tireless one And you'll be back, burning When the morning comes when you catch my soul upon waking Will you make a wish
For the wild west to accept the excess?
When the end comes you'll see fields of green beyond your reach And heartbeats
Rise young sun, you're a tireless one and you'll be back burning When the morning comes When you catch my soul upon waking Will you make a wish