It was almost Christmas time I woke to the buzzin' a little before 9 The whole block was still sleeping Your text was vague but I knew straight away Saturday morning Second time around And after the shock, the anger and the pain I started to wonder, what would matter in the end? So the nightmare we all expected had just come true Would I spend or survive World War III with you? Anything feels unimportant Compared to the death of an innocent man and five of his friends And yet compared to what's still coming I know it really is a little grain of sand And after the shock and the anger and the pain I could feel the shift, everything had changed I started to wonder, what would matter in the end? Maybe it's for the best, everything has an end And the dust of the explosion did show the true value Of things around me, of the people that I knew Would I spend or survive World War III with you? Will I spend, will I survive World War III with you?