The Fireball at the End of Everything - Something For Kate

Put your feet up on the dashboard

Roll down the window

The sudden chronic seranade

From a thousand radios

The sun burning into your eyes

Like a blue blindfold

We’re marching on the spot

We’re marching home

As long as you sit next to me

We can burn

I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth…

See all around there’s brains in jars

And engines idling

You think out loud like you’re circling things

In a magazine

But the sound of your voice is enough to rescue me from the fireball at the end

of everything

As long as you sit next to me

We can burn

I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth

As long as you sit next to me

I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth…