Would you kiss the girl at the end of the world?
And register shock at the century mark?
And whisper her name as the earth shakes again?
And crawl on the rocks for the high water mark?
She’s calling but you’re never home
Picture a boat out so far from the shore
And tossed out and left in the cold
Cut you right out of your dirty white clothes
Would you hold her hand as the hurricane lands?
And look for a god when the water dries up?
Would you walk through the flames to see her again?
Would you kiss the girl at the end of the world?
She’s calling but you’re never home
Picture a boat out so far from the shore
And tossed out and left in the cold
Cut you right out of your dirty white clothes