The Last Report From...

There's such a wind And it's cold outside To feel your skin Is the only way out. It's creeping in And you can't stop all your limbs from slowing down I can't move forward anymore It's so much harder than i thought When we start at the end We all finish where we began. And i need more than one time Changing all of these wrongs All of these wrongs to rights. My tracks are gone And there's birds overhead. As clouds descend. I can't tell what's the sky And what's the ground I can't move forward anymore It's so much harder than i thought Is there any getting past When we start at the end We all finish where we began. And i need more than one time Changing all of these wrongs All of these wrongs to rights. When we start at the end We all finish where we began And all our ceilings are skies If we can outlast our lives, our lives When we start at the end We all finish where we began.