End Of The World

My baby's making pancakes in the kitchen Sunday-sun just hits differently And the sirens howling over the land Today sound like trumpets in a reggae band Oh, what a champagne-breakfast-bbq-beach-day It's the end of the world and I feel ok The hounds of hell are running free Smoke fills the air it's getting hard to see But I'm breathing in the midday-air Yeah, I'm still sitting in my rocking chair No, that doesn't mean that I have given up the fight But it's the end of the world and I feel alright I can't be bothered to get up Can't be bothered to give up Sun is shining in my face This is one of the better days The flood has washed away the street I'm leaning on your shoulder listening to your heartbeat Immortal moment on an infinite day Now nothing can take my breath away We sit up on the roof with the last bottle of red wine It's the end of the world, and I'm feeling fine I can't be bothered to get up Can't be bothered to give up Sun is shining in my face This is one of the better days Cracks appear up in the sky Stars still sparkle in your eyes For some things it's too early, and for others too late It's the end of the world, and I'm feeling great