Here we are now
This time is ours
Passing hours obedient
To the Big Buy
Save save, preparations made
For a storm that never came
Just fade, fade, fade, fade, fade
My TV let me down again
Won't stop yelling
Won't say anything
Won't say anything
Punching holes in everything
Just to fill it all up again
Fill it all up again
With these things
This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
(For Thine is the Kingdom)
Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
(Life is very long)
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
(For Thine is the Kingdom)
This is how the world ends
This is how the world ends
This is how the world ends
This is how the world ends