How It Ends
Why should all the nights we've known
Get thrown under the bus
How it ends doesn't change
How it was
To hell with the last image, and curse the coda
F.U. to the finish, 'cause although the
Slice of time we spend there's very little
It tends to skew our sense of
Every part from the start to the middle
Must the waltz before the wreck
Get swept under the rug
How it ends doesn't change
How it was
It's true that when a great ship hits a glacier
It's just high school physics, human nature
They'll say it sank quickly, duly noted
But what about those million other moments
When it floated
If it sailed on just like it had
For sure that'd be a plus
But how it ends doesn't change
How it was
And it was very good
Up the coasts, down the aisle
Not into the sunset
But for many miles
The same for every flame that's built to burn out
Every midnight train that's overturned now
Twisted path that comes full circle
And let's see, oh, for every single life
That's not eternal
Those soft lips, those sweethearts
They were ours, that was us
How it ends doesn't change
How it was
Get thrown under the bus
How it ends doesn't change
How it was
To hell with the last image, and curse the coda
F.U. to the finish, 'cause although the
Slice of time we spend there's very little
It tends to skew our sense of
Every part from the start to the middle
Must the waltz before the wreck
Get swept under the rug
How it ends doesn't change
How it was
It's true that when a great ship hits a glacier
It's just high school physics, human nature
They'll say it sank quickly, duly noted
But what about those million other moments
When it floated
If it sailed on just like it had
For sure that'd be a plus
But how it ends doesn't change
How it was
And it was very good
Up the coasts, down the aisle
Not into the sunset
But for many miles
The same for every flame that's built to burn out
Every midnight train that's overturned now
Twisted path that comes full circle
And let's see, oh, for every single life
That's not eternal
Those soft lips, those sweethearts
They were ours, that was us
How it ends doesn't change
How it was
Credits
Writer(s): Noam Weintstein
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