At Least
How the world shivers,
Down to its bones.
How the world turns cold,
For each and every stone.
"But it's okay,
Because at long as the sun still shines,
And while the birds still sing,
And, at least the sky is still blue,
You will be fine."
Oh! How the world burns,
Down to its soul.
Everything ashes,
Eaten as a whole.
"But it's okay,
Because as long as the sun still shines,
And while the birds still sing,
And, at least the sky is still blue,
You will be fine."
You will be fine. . .
You will be fine. . .
You will be fine. . .
Because at least the sky is still blue. . .
But. . .
But when the sun eclipses,
And the birds struggle,
And the sky turns grey.
But when the sun vanishes!
And the birds die,
And the sky turns black.
But when the sun calls down hell,
And the birds screech in pain,
And the sky turns into nothing. . .
What then?
How the world shivers,
Down to its bones.
How the world turns cold,
For each and every stone.
"But it's okay,
Because at long as the sun still shines,
And while the birds still sing,
And, at least the sky is still blue,
You will be fine."
Oh! How the world burns,
Down to its soul.
Everything ashes,
Eaten as a whole.
"But it's okay,
Because as long as the sun still shines,
And while the birds still sing,
And, at least the sky is still blue,
You will be fine."
You will be fine. . .
You will be fine. . .
You will be fine. . .
Because at least the sky is still blue. . .
But. . .
But when the sun eclipses,
And the birds struggle,
And the sky turns grey.
But when the sun vanishes!
And the birds die,
And the sky turns black.
But when the sun calls down hell,
And the birds screech in pain,
And the sky turns into nothing. . .
What then?