Some friends come in and out of view
Last time I looked we were dancing like dogs on fire
Now I"m laughing with your little girl
Laughing about my sunburn on that day
Oh it"s good to see her smile
Well, remember how you held me as I cried
Flailing like a landed fish
Trying to get back to before his day went awry
But who would make the cut?
When our time is up
And everyone pointed at the sky
Screaming the end is nigh!
It"s coming!
Like an explorer clearing ground
Swinging your blade, flashing in the sun
You cut right through my moping
Picked me up and then was on your way
I'll treasure the stars
We"ll always have
I don"t remember where we were
Don"t think we"ve returned
These moments are fleeting as they are pure
But I think you"d make the cut
When our time is up
And everyone pointed at the sky
Screaming the end is nigh!
It"s coming!
Everybody for the last time
Come here to me for the last time
Will it be a fireball from the sky?
Or will we all take to the bed?
Laid low by a new pox
Or will the wrong guy get the codes?
Whose arms will I seek?
Whose eyes would I meet in the final throes?
And say it was good to be human
To be a human with you here
Who would make the cut?
When our time is up
And everyone pointed at the sky
Screaming the end is nigh!
I think you"d make the cut
When our time is up
And everyone pointed at the sky
Screaming the end is nigh!
It"s coming
Oh, hold me, it"s coming
Hold me, it"s coming (x6)
Last time I looked we were dancing like dogs on fire
Now I"m laughing with your little girl
Laughing about my sunburn on that day
Oh it"s good to see her smile
Well, remember how you held me as I cried
Flailing like a landed fish
Trying to get back to before his day went awry
But who would make the cut?
When our time is up
And everyone pointed at the sky
Screaming the end is nigh!
It"s coming!
Like an explorer clearing ground
Swinging your blade, flashing in the sun
You cut right through my moping
Picked me up and then was on your way
I'll treasure the stars
We"ll always have
I don"t remember where we were
Don"t think we"ve returned
These moments are fleeting as they are pure
But I think you"d make the cut
When our time is up
And everyone pointed at the sky
Screaming the end is nigh!
It"s coming!
Everybody for the last time
Come here to me for the last time
Will it be a fireball from the sky?
Or will we all take to the bed?
Laid low by a new pox
Or will the wrong guy get the codes?
Whose arms will I seek?
Whose eyes would I meet in the final throes?
And say it was good to be human
To be a human with you here
Who would make the cut?
When our time is up
And everyone pointed at the sky
Screaming the end is nigh!
I think you"d make the cut
When our time is up
And everyone pointed at the sky
Screaming the end is nigh!
It"s coming
Oh, hold me, it"s coming
Hold me, it"s coming (x6)