End (of The World) Lyrics

matadors monkeys, a million balloons

as we walk through the sea to the sand

knowing full well that we're perfectly tuned

as we skip through our hearts hand in hand



will Jenny be older

will music be heard

will we all meet again at the end of the world



no sense in fooling

we're covered in dreams

having too much fun flying to land

floating waist high in ten colors of green

we're so small but we feel oh so grand



will Jenny be older?

will music be heard?

will we all meet again at the end of the world?

end of the world



will Jenny be older?

will music be heard?

will we all meet again at the end of the world?

end of the world



on Tuesday

the end of the world

pop goes the world

the end of the world

pop goes the world

In the name of angels



on Tuesday

the end of the world

the real world

pop goes the world

on Tuesday