The End Of The World

Matadors monkeys, a million balloons
As we walk through the sea to the sand
Knowing full well that we're perfectly tuned
As we skip through our hearts hand in hand
Will Jenny be older
Will music be heard
Will we all meet again at the end of the world
No sense in fooling
We're covered in dreams
Having too much fun flying to land
Floating waist high in ten colors of green
We're so small but we feel oh so grand
Will Jenny be older?
Will music be heard?
Will we all meet again at the end of the world?
End of the world
Will Jenny be older?
Will music be heard?
Will we all meet again at the end of the world?
End of the world
On Tuesday
The end of the world
Pop goes the world
The end of the world
Pop goes the world
In the name of angels
On Tuesday
The end of the world
The real world
Pop goes the world
On Tuesday