Is there nothing, you'd rather, rather be Behnind the parking lot, with nothing to be Your hands are black, while the sky is blue Why do you do the things they force you to Your suffering It's coming to an end You'll never have to do this again, no ... Is there no place, you'd rather, rather be Behind the cigarettes, smoking but you can't see Your hands are black, while the sky is blue Why do you do the things that they force you to Your suffering It's coming to an end You'll never have to do this again, no Your suffering It's coming to an end You'll never have to do this again ... The world comes to an end when you say let's pretend The world comes to an end when you say let's hold hands The world comes to an end when you say let's pretend ... The world comes to an end when you say let's pretend The world comes to an end when you say let's hold hands The world comes to an end when you say let's pretend ... The world comes to an end when you say let's pretend The world comes to an end when you say let's hold hands The world comes to an end when you say let's pretend ... The world comes to an end ... Your suffering It's coming to an end You never have to do this again, no Your suffering It's coming to an end You never have to do this again