I want to sail with you across styrofoam seas,
And go walk in the shade beneath the cellophane trees,
'Cause this our apocalypse, and I want to spend it with you.
It's the end of a world,
The end of a world,
The end of a world,
When I'm with you.
I want to walk through streets where it rains ruined men and women,
I want to walk the yard or boulevard by the light of dying stars,
I want the ticker-tape to fall like confetti from the broken windows above the square,
This is a wasted wonderland, and it's all ours.
I want to whisper empty words to you in empty cities,
And see the billboards loom like headstones against the sky,
I want to follow the cracks in the sidewalk until we find the edge of the world,
We run with ashes in our hair and fear in our eyes.
I want to dance beneath burnt-out street-lamps and constellations,
I want to sing the song of the concrete in the voice of the vines,
I want to creep across your soul like the ivy on the stones,
I want you to hold my heart in your teeth and my face in your mind.