Postcards From the End of the World Songtext
von Shining Black

Whoa

Thunder′s rolling
People running in despair
The day is coming, as the prophecies have said

It was written in the books but believe, I know
Doesn't matter how long it took me and of everything′s come

And I see (as I sit here)
Smoking my last cigarette
On my last day on Earth
Sky is burning
Cannot hide from fear
No use running, wipe away your tears


Better fill a glass while lying here on the grass
Trying to write some words, postcard from the end of the world

And I see (as I sit here)
Smoking my last cigarette
On my last day on Earth
Close your eyes and dream a dream you like
Play some music, let your mind take flight

Whoa

There's nothing I regret
About my life
There's what a night to think before the goodbye

Thunder′s rolling
People running in despair
The day is coming, as the prophecies have said

Whoa, no