WHEN THE
WORLD ENDS
When the world ends
Collect your things
You're coming with me
When the world ends
You tuckle up yourself with me
Watch it as the stars disappear to nothing
The day the world is over
We'll be lying in bed
I'm gonna rock you like a baby when the cities fall
We will rise as the building's crumble
Float there and watch it all
Amidst the burning, we'll be churning
You know, love will be our wings
The passion rises up from the ashes
When the world ends
When the world ends
You're gonna come with me
We're going to be crazy
Like a river bends
We're going to float
Through the criss cross of the mountains
Watch them fade to nothing
When the world ends
You know that's what's happening now
I'm going to be there with you somehow, oh
...
I'm going to tie you up like a baby in a carriage car
Your legs won't work cause you want me so
You just lie spread to the wall
The love you got is surely
All the love that I would ever need
I'm going to take you by my side
And love you tall til the world ends
Oh, but don't you worry about a thing
No, 'cause I got you here with me
Don't you worry about a
Just you and me
Floating through the empty, empty
Just you and me
Oh, graces
Oh, grace
Oh, when the world ends
We'll be burning one
When the world ends
We'll be sweet makin love
Oh, you know when the world ends
I'm going to take you aside and say
Let's watch it fade away, fade away
And the world's done
Ours just begun
It's done
Ours just begun
We're gonna dive into the emptiness
We'll be swimming
I'm going to walk you through the pathless roads
I'm going to take you to the top of the mountain that's no longer there
I'm going to take you to bed and love you, I swear
Like the end is here
I'm going to take you up to
I'm going to take you down on you
I'm going to hold you like an angel, angel
I'm going to love you
I'm going to love you
When the world ends
I'm going to hold you
When the world is over
We'll just be beginning...
Songwriters: MATTHEWS,
DAVID JOHN / BALLARD,
GLEN
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SO MUCH TO
SAY
I say my hell is the closet I'm stuck inside
Can't see the light
And my heaven is a nice house in the sky
Got central heating and I'm alright
Yeah yeah yeah
Can't see the light
Keep it locked up inside don't talk about it
T-t-talk about the weather
Yeah yeah yeah
Can't see the light
Open up my head and let me out little baby
'Cos here we have been standing for a long long time
Treading trodden trails for a long long time, time, time, time, time, time, time
I find sometimes it's easy to be myself
Sometimes I find it's better to be somebody else
I see you young and soft, oh little baby
Little feet, little hands, little feet, little feet, little baby
One year of crying and the words creep up inside
Creep into your mind yeah
So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say
So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say
'Cos here we have been standing for a long long time
Treading trodden trails for a long long time, time, time, time, time, time, time
I find sometimes it's easy to be myself
Sometimes I find it's better to be somebody else
So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say
So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say
Open up my head and let me out, little baby
Songwriters
CRAIG BROCKMAN, CHARLENE
KEYS, NISAN STEWART
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SATELiTTE
Satellite in my eyes
Like a diamond in the sky
How I wonder.
Satellite strung from the moon
And the world your balloon
Peeping tom for the mother station
Winter's cold spring erases
And the calm away by the storm is chasing
Everything good needs replacing
Look up, look down all around, hey satellite
Satellite, headlines read
Someone's secrets you've seen
Eyes and ears have been
Satellite dish in my yard
Tell me more, tell me more
Who's the king of your satellite castle?
Winter's cold spring erases
And the calm away by the storm is chasing
Everything good needs replacing
Look up, look down all around, hey satellite
Rest high above the clouds no restrictions
Television we bounce 'round the world
And while I spend these hours
Five senses reeling,
I laugh about the weatherman's satellite eyes.
Satellite in my eyes
Like a diamond in the sky
How i wonder.
Satellite strung from the moon
And the world your balloon
Peeping tom for the mother station
Winter's cold spring erases
And the calm away by the storm is chasing
Everything good needs replacing
Look up, look down all around, hey satellite
Rest high above the clouds no restrictions
Television you bounce from the world
And while I spend these hours
Five senses reeling
I laugh about this world in my satellite eyes.
Songwriters
JOHNNY DAYE, ROBERT PECKMAN
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- published: 13 Feb 2016
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