Apocalypse View

I've got a picture

It's my truth tether

It's a fixture

Through this terrifying weather a faded smile

You don't talk much these days

But you gotta tell me when we turned the bend

You gotta tell me where to start again

Who is gonna dig us out of this mess?

And who can keep from staring all day at the apocalypse?

You get used to fumbling in the dark

Years run together

You stop searching for that spark after a while

We don't talk that much these days

But there's beauty here that's taken hold

Even sadness spins into gold

Who is gonna dig us out of this mess?

And who can keep from staring all day at the apocalypse?