hey, babe,
don’t you know we’re all gonna die?
we live under red suns and a sky on fire
dusting the earth in ash and hate.
I watch you paint gold and glass
to flood out the flame;
a lily and the storm,
unrelenting.
taste blood on your lip
and ash on your brow
and sing for me, won’t you?
won’t you sing for me?
remember how you promised we’d find ways
to be happy again
well there’s a world out there
where starlight can still reach us
– there’s a world out there
that’s still worth living in.
