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Firewater
The Golden Hour
Feels Like The End Of The World
In the dawn on the roof, there's a semblance of truth
In the half light that sings to me of you
With my bottle full of sin, I hoist a toast to the mesin(?)
That these black clouds mean the monsoon
Because the sun refused to shine since you left me dumb and blind
Sometimes it feels like the end of the world
Yes it feels like the end of the world
And every word I never spoke dies like a spark smothered in smoke
pulled from the glow of a shitty cigarette
And I probably should shave and dig myself out of this grave
But I can't go
No, not just yet
Mostly the nights they ain't half bad
It's the days that seem designed to drive you mad
Sometimes it feels like the end of the world
Yes it feels like the end of the world
Yes it feels like the end of the world
Yes it feels like the end of the world
So tonight in the bar of this hotel bazaar
I'll write some postcards and throw them away
And maybe someday I'll leave here
But the drinks, they are so cheap here
And somebody's always got to pay
And it feels like the end of the world
And it feels like the end of the world
Yes it feels like the end of the world
Yes it feels like the end of the world
Yes it feels like the end of the world
- Album:
- Trance Top 100, Vol. 4
- Mountain
- International Orange
- The Golden Hour
- The Ponzi Scheme
- Get off the Cross, We Need the Wood for the Fire
- Miscellaneous
- Get Off the Cross
- Ox-Compilation #103
- VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 143
- Bloodshot Records Sampler 12
- International Orange!
- A Little Revolution
- Songs We Should Have Written
- Psychopharmacology
- The Man on the Burning Tightrope
- Get Out of My Head
- VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 24
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 115: August 2003
- Clay Pigeons