The living end
It should have been . . .
My little boy
In the middle of a rainbow
When you’re standing in the colors
You cannot see, they never show
All your life
You’ll keep looking for something more
Out the window at the stars
When I’m right here at your door
The living end,
Oh baby, guess again . . .
A change of heart,
But you don’t change at all
I try to pull you down from the clouds
To make you breathe,
Tugging at your sleeve,
But you always know the things you need
All your life
You’ll keep looking for something more
Out the windows at the stars
When I’m right here at your door
With all my love, where I’ve always been
Just waiting for the living end
You will blink and I’ll be gone
Yes I can leave where I belong
You will think back on these times with me
One big, blurry, honeymooney memory
Baby, do I spell it out for you
Must I paint a picture too
. . . in bitter blue
All your life
You’ll keep looking for something more
Out the windows at the stars
When I’m right here at your door
With all my love, Where I’ve always been
Just waiting for the living end.
