This is the end of the world as we know it [and I feel fine]
It's not just that I'm selfish and scared,
it's not just that I'm so unprepared.
It's just you'd think I'd grow out of this,
wouldn't you?
So take me to winter, as if it was discontent I'd see.
I'll live with the madmen there and pull my hair
'cause lunacy is everything I need.
How long did we all think this all would last?
Who could have counted days as they flew past?
But before we go, sing us a song.
Sing us a song to hum through the hours of dying.
Who would have though it'd come as such a show?
A pink and silver day... who was to know?
Even as we go, sing us a song.
Sing us a song, to hum through the hours of dying.