This cherry sunset withers Our words, as frail as paper A dawn I thought we'd never see Alone, on this silent beach There is nothing we can do There is nothing we can do
The sky, it burns itself out The sky, it burns itself out The sky, it burns itself out The sky, it burns itself
The trees rot down to nothing Throats dry out and corpses fill the sidewalks These promenades, our graveyards
The sky, it burns itself out The sky, it burns itself out
There is nothing we can do The sky, it burns itself And I think we're all about to fucking die
The trees rot down to nothing Throats dry out, and corpses fill these sidewalks These promenades, our graveyards Kneeling down on what's left, sacrificed upon doom's day Oh, if we could take it back and see one last twilight
Take a picture, take a picture Take a picture, take a picture Take a picture
Take a picture, take a picture Take a picture, take a picture It will last longer
Our hands in prayer formation Our elbows on the bed One last try for Heaven Thinking who wants flowers when you're dead? You're dead When you're dead