Measure The End Of Everything
We are falling like some stars
Down to earth
We're collapsing like buildings
Burning down
We are echoes over hills
Fading out
We are chasing the sound
But the world keeps turning
At the end of everything
Yeah, the world keeps turning
At the end of everything
Pa-padada
Pa-padada
Pa-padada
Something comfortable and warm
Stretched too thin
Just a hole somewhere so small
The cold rushes in
To the sound of your voice
When you say
You feel nothing at all
But the world keeps turning
At the end of everything
Yeah, the world keeps turning
At the end of everything
And the world keeps turning
At the end of everything
Yeah, the world keeps turning
At the end of everything
Pa-padada
Pa-padada
Pa-padada
At the end of everything
Pa-padada
Pa-padada
Pa-padada
At the end of everything
Pa-padada
Pa-padada
Pa-padada
At the end of everything
Pa-padada
Pa-padada
Pa-padada
At the end of everything
