The Sun Is Going to Explode but Whatever It's OK Songtext
von Benoît Pioulard

In the great conversation of the universe
We′re just someone at the back of the room
Who kind of clears his throat a little bit
& maybe moves his hand to wipe the spit

& in the great conversation of the universe
Nobody sticks around too long
They tend to disappear for a while
& you never know if you should say goodbye


At the great resolution of the universe
Oh everything is going to collapse
The total sum of all, run down the list
So i'm glad that there is still a place like this

Cos at the great resolution of the universe
Nobody gets to stick around
They′re going to disappear forever after
Not because they want to, cos they have to

Oh in the great conflagration of the universe
The sun is going to fucking explode
It doesn't help to block it with your hand
So just tremble with the ruptures in the land


Cos in the great conflagration of the universe
There is absolutely nothing to do
But find a quiet place to lay your head
& look up at the sky as it turns red