Conversations at the End of the World - Kishi Bashi

Oh hello, how are you, my favorite son?

In an hour I will go where I’ve never gone

In the span of the space between your mother’s eyes

Are the secrets that I’ve saved

I hand them down to you

Ooh.

The averages and laws

It was every man for himself every child alone

Oh why do they shine so bright in my dreams?

Golden blades, forged from love, they sever my feet

But you know, where they’re going, when all is said and done

I don’t need them or my secrets

Just the grace of one

Here they come

Here they come

Here they come…

Oh hear they come!

Is everything signed?

Is everything done?

I’m sorry about the blood

…the devil and his stones

It was every man for himself, every child alone

Please tell your mother I’m sorry for the strife

Tell your brother I loved him

…the same to his wife

And if you have a heart to take my life away

Give me something

Give me anger to remember you today

'Cause here they come

Oh here they come

Is everything signed?

Can nothing be undone?

I’m sorry about the blood

…the devil and his stones

It was every man for himself, every child alone…