The Last Day Of The End Of The World

NoMBe

Compositor: Josh Cumbee / Molly Moore / Noah McBeth

The Sun is shining down on me
As if to say 'don't worry dear'
I'm keeping watch from way up here
Bees flock, my ice cubes melt away
Forever gone without a trace
Cheers to the final summer day

Ooh I'd love to make it last
Before the season ends
And shores become the past
Ooh I'd love to play pretend
So far from consequence
Like time is on our hands

Oh lord here comes the tidal wave
Seashells they fly which every way
No time to hide or switchin lanes
Under silent ultraviolet deadly rays
I cling to piles of cellophane
A plastic island that remained

Ooh I'd love to make it last
Before the season ends
And shores become the past
Ooh I'd love to play pretend
So far from consequence
Like time is on our hands