The End of the End of the World

The end of the world can’t last forever

One day this will all be behind us, you’ll see

We’ll be baby birds in a nest, we’ll be ferns unfurled

At the end of the end of the world

 

Put away your troubles, shoot a crossbow for a while

Fur hat and pilot goggles, high-vis vest: I like your style

Let’s plant a garden full of things that we can grow and trade for oil

Tap the trees for sap and leave the syrup on to boil

 

The end of the world can’t last forever

One day this will all be behind us, you’ll see

We’ll be baby birds in a nest, we’ll be ferns unfurled

At the end of the end of the world

 

The sky is clear tonight and outer space is putting on a show

Each meteor a metaphor in a high school student’s poem

Let’s lay back on the grass and drink this booze we made from weeds

Connect the dots between the stars and any UFOs we see, they spell a message out for you and me, it says