The ash from a thousand suns bleeds the air from the oxygen skies. Sinks it's teeth in the earth, slams shut the lids of your eyes. Constellations that hold their shape for only a moment. Then are blown apart again. We are one of them (We are one of them).
Back to dust and vapor along with all our strongest bones. Even though we said "We could make the world, or break the world today". The songs we've sung will vanish along with everything we own. And nothing anyone has ever done will matter.
Murder for a jar of red rum. No trace not one carton. Now sir a war is won (Now sir a war Is won).
Never odd or even. Never odd or even. Never odd or even. Never odd or even.
The palindromes of a billion homes is to end where they all began. When the sun goes out, you can scream and shout, but it's all still gonna happen.
(When the sun goes out, you can scream and shout, but it's all still gonna happen).
Back to dust and vapor along with everything we own. Even though we said "We could make the world, or break the world today". The songs we've sung will vanish along with everything we own. And nothing anyone has ever done will matter.
When the sun goes out, you can scream and shout, but it's all still gonna happen.