Draft — unverified machine transcript (Whisper, from the isolated vocal stem). Contains mishearings and no verse structure. Correct against the real lyrics, and do not publish until the band grants written permission.
There's too much here to remind us
Wilted white flowers in a jar
Somewhere to go where no one could find us
Picture postcards from afar
This is all a disaster
It's the end of the world
This is not what I asked for
To kill or be killed
I wish the crown death would open up
And swallow me whole
Swallow me whole
Swallow me whole
There's too many things I didn't ask her
There's too many things I didn't ask her
Now I guess we'll never know
Still too much to live in the past for
But please
I still can't let you go
This is all a disaster
It's the end of the world
This is not what I asked for
To kill or be killed
And I wish the crown death would open up
And swallow me whole
Swallow me whole
Swallow me whole
And I wish your mind and your heart would open up
And you could let go
And you could let go
You could let go
It's the end of the world
It's the end of the world
It's the end of the days
And the days came quickly
It's the end of the world
It's the end of the world
It's the end of the days
And the days came quickly
It's the end of the world
It's the end of the world
It's the end of all the days
And the days came quickly
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.