Текст песни The End - Benjamin Fairfield

Here's our end
Like a friend
Uninvited
Don't come in
Nowhere to sit
So excited

I'm not dressed
For a guest
I'm no host
I've no food
Oh, so rude
Were I used to ghosts, I'd feel

In my head, fear or dread, some regret
Oh Oh, End, thought you'd be
Still around the bend

Falls the axe
On our backs
Folded, filed
Added to the stacks
We have passed on
To the pile

In my head, fear or dread, some regret
Oh Oh, End, thought you'd be
Still around the bend

Were you aware that you never left our side?
But you would dare to surprise us in the night?

Shaky smiles
Ribbon piles
Pale and waving
Real or not
Here's your thought
You've been saving

In my head, fear or dread
Some regret
Oh oh, End
Thought you'd be
Still around the bend