Bored Of The Apocalypse

Kate Moss, in a dream I walked
Her home through Chinatown
Her eyes were sad and brown
She said, "God knows how I get so lost
I never will be found
But no one's looking at me now"

She said, "l'm so bored of the apocalypse
Time don't stop, it's just endlessly carrying on
Like nothing in the world was wrong"

"When we speak," she said, "We wake the dead
But they won't be resurrected
'Cause nothing in this world is perfected"
So we walked on in the carcinogens
From the tree of life to the river of sin
'Cause nothing in this world is rejected

She said, "I'm so bored of the apocalypse
There's no antichrist, just this anticlimax carrying on
Like nothing in the world was wrong"

In a tower made of iron ore
She told me, "Get down on all fours"
I said, "Lady, anything to please you'"
She said, "Maybe I'm the whore of Babylon
And you're the beast I rode in on"
I said, "Lady, I could never defeat you"

So, I crawled out on the window ledge
And I looked down at the water's edge
And I leapt out into the wounded sky
As the scales fell from our eyes
I said, "Nothing in the world feels right"

She said, "I'm so bored of the apocalypse
My heart don't stop it just beats and skips
It'll bleed out now, it just drips and drips
'Til every last drop is gone
And nothing in the world feels wrong"