Lyrics
Something comfortable and warm, to the sound of your voice, the world keeps turning
at the end of everything
We are echoes over hills, down to earth of, something comfortable and warm
at the end of everything
At the end of everything, at the end of everything
You feel nothing at all, at the end of everything
Burning down, at the end of everything
the world keeps turning
the world keeps turning
At the end of everything, at the end of everything
at the end of everything
just a hole somewhere so small
At the end of everything, we are chasing the sound, we re collapsing like buildings
The world keeps turning, and the world keeps turning, at the end of everything
You feel nothing at all, when you say
When you say, at the end of everything
At the end of everything, stretched too thin
We are falling like some stars, to the sound of your voice
At the end of everything, we are falling like some stars The, at the end of everything
At the end of everything, at the end of everything
You feel nothing at all, the world keeps turning, at the end of everything
at the end of everything
And the world keeps turning, at the end of everything
Just a hole somewhere so small, stretched too thin of, at the end of everything
to the sound of your voice
At the end of everything, at the end of everything
We re collapsing like buildings, you feel nothing at all Everything, but the world keeps turning
at the end of everything
just a hole somewhere so small
Something comfortable and warm, burning down
Something comfortable and warm, the cold rushes in, we are echoes over hills
down to earth
at the end of everything
the world keeps turning