It Wasn’t Our Fault
When it's the end, will we know
Will there be enough time to go
To visit childhood homes
And cry with old friends
We're living in the fallout of someone else's lies
But the thought they're mine
Keeps me up at night
And as the days count down I find myself
Sitting on the couch
Thinking out loud
And as we hear the sirens scream
The church bells let out a final ring
And as the kids pack into the vault
We stare stone-cold blurry-eyed
Like it wasn't our fault
And we start looking, quick
For somewhere to run
We feel the ache in our bones for yesterday
When we were still young
But in this solipsistic apocalypse
There's nothing to end I guess
Or no one to confess
And maybe if we're lucky
It's just a dream
And that's likely to be
If I could just get some sleep
And as we hear the sirens scream
The church bells have ceased to ring
And as the sky turns red and fills with smoke
We wait anxiously for a punchline
Hoping it's all a joke
And we start looking quick for somewhere to run
We feel the ache in our bones for tomorrow
That'll never come
It never comes
A cloud formation takes shape in the sky
As the children play in the street
And for a moment if we close our eyes
We can almost feel the grass beneath our feet
And as the kids pack into the vault
We stare stone-cold blurry-eyed
Like it wasn't our fault
And we start looking quick for somewhere to run
We feel the ache in our bones for tomorrow
That'll never come
It'll never come
Will there be enough time to go
To visit childhood homes
And cry with old friends
We're living in the fallout of someone else's lies
But the thought they're mine
Keeps me up at night
And as the days count down I find myself
Sitting on the couch
Thinking out loud
And as we hear the sirens scream
The church bells let out a final ring
And as the kids pack into the vault
We stare stone-cold blurry-eyed
Like it wasn't our fault
And we start looking, quick
For somewhere to run
We feel the ache in our bones for yesterday
When we were still young
But in this solipsistic apocalypse
There's nothing to end I guess
Or no one to confess
And maybe if we're lucky
It's just a dream
And that's likely to be
If I could just get some sleep
And as we hear the sirens scream
The church bells have ceased to ring
And as the sky turns red and fills with smoke
We wait anxiously for a punchline
Hoping it's all a joke
And we start looking quick for somewhere to run
We feel the ache in our bones for tomorrow
That'll never come
It never comes
A cloud formation takes shape in the sky
As the children play in the street
And for a moment if we close our eyes
We can almost feel the grass beneath our feet
And as the kids pack into the vault
We stare stone-cold blurry-eyed
Like it wasn't our fault
And we start looking quick for somewhere to run
We feel the ache in our bones for tomorrow
That'll never come
It'll never come
Credits
Writer(s): Scotch Swango
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