Before the World Falls Apart
When all the water has run dry
We'll share ocean memories by candle light
Will you still be my man when the real shit hits the fan
Carve our names in the desert sands
When we wake up we won't check the news
I'll bring you spicy scrambled eggs and pineapple juice
Will you still be around when the cities all burn down
Hanging out in our dressing gowns
Can you hear that ticking of the clocks
Does this uncertain future start to scare you quite a lot
In sickness and health
'Til death do us part
Just looking for you
Before the world falls apart
When all the winters feels like spring
We'll be sweating through the days not doing anything
Will we still get along when the glaciers have all gone
Be my reason to battle on and on
Can you hear that ticking of the clocks.
Does this uncertain future start to poison every thought
To have and to hold
'Til death do us part
Just looking for you
Before the world falls apart
My yellow hairs waving in the wind
On the top of the hill as I beckon to you
I'll wipe the sweat dripping down your brow
Dry you off from the floods
Save my last meal for you
We'll share ocean memories by candle light
Will you still be my man when the real shit hits the fan
Carve our names in the desert sands
When we wake up we won't check the news
I'll bring you spicy scrambled eggs and pineapple juice
Will you still be around when the cities all burn down
Hanging out in our dressing gowns
Can you hear that ticking of the clocks
Does this uncertain future start to scare you quite a lot
In sickness and health
'Til death do us part
Just looking for you
Before the world falls apart
When all the winters feels like spring
We'll be sweating through the days not doing anything
Will we still get along when the glaciers have all gone
Be my reason to battle on and on
Can you hear that ticking of the clocks.
Does this uncertain future start to poison every thought
To have and to hold
'Til death do us part
Just looking for you
Before the world falls apart
My yellow hairs waving in the wind
On the top of the hill as I beckon to you
I'll wipe the sweat dripping down your brow
Dry you off from the floods
Save my last meal for you
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Writer(s): Stella Page
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