If Rapture's true
Soon there could be nothing left of me and you
Only piles of clothes and mobile telephones
So you sit there in silence
And comprehend the end of everything
But I won't sit by and watch you dear
No I can't sit by and watch you
So just know when the day comes
That the cities fall and the seas reclaim the ports
I will know because of you
I have seen the splendour of it all
So tell me I'm the work of your life
And I'll say you'll be the work of mine
If Rapture comes
Then there could be nothing left here of anyone
But I doubt it dear cause I've seen the sinners
and I've walked among them and known I'm one of them
Blessed might be the meek my dear but they won't inherit shit
Cause this world is for lovers blameless and burdened
Black-eyed from hurt but hopeful
To know when the day comes
That their cities fall and the seas reclaim the ports
That they have seen the splendour of it all
So tell me I'm the work of your life
And I'll say you'll be the work of mine
There'll be a bar when you go
Where you're damned if you do
But you're fucked if you don't
And you know it's cool Yeah it's cool
And you'll stand at the gates
And you'll wait yeah you'll wait
For the ones that you knew to come too
So tell me I'm the work of your life
And I'll say you'll be the work of mine.

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