Whoa
Thunder's rolling
People running in despair
The day is coming, as the prophecies have said
It was written in the books but believe, I know
Doesn't matter how long it took me and of everything's come
And I see (as I sit here)
Smoking my last cigarette
On my last day on Earth
Sky is burning
Cannot hide from fear
No use running, wipe away your tears
Better fill a glass while lying here on the grass
Trying to write some words, postcard from the end of the world
And I see (as I sit here)
Smoking my last cigarette
On my last day on Earth
Close your eyes and dream a dream you like
Play some music, let your mind take flight
Whoa
There's nothing I regret
About my life
There's what a night to think before the goodbye
Thunder's rolling
People running in despair
The day is coming, as the prophecies have said
Whoa, no