End Times

(альбом: My Echo - 2020)

When I think of the end times, you come to mind
When I think of the end times, you come to mind

As the wall of water comes
And we tumble through the flood
I'll be dreaming of your skin
Lit from within when we were young

As the forest fires burn
And our shoes melt away
I'll feel the cooling April winds
Of your song inside my brain

As the Earth cracks in two
And we fall out into space
I'll be thinking of your hands
And all the times they held my face

When I think of the end times, you come to mind
When I think of the end times, you come to mind

As I sail out into orbit
Disintegrating flash of white
I'll sing for you as I'm turning
Turning into future old light

When I think of the end times, you come to mind
When I think of the end times, you come to mind