Bound to the future and tethered to a sinking garden The hand is turning and I'm coming up again A neon glow, an ominous welcome But saturated with your love I could be the spark to the engine To the engine Basked in my dumbness This apocalyptic justice Hand is turning and I've ruined it again Drifting skyward in the golden hour Hold my hand and take this power Guess it's just the way it's meant to end So let's pretend The atmosphere is thinning It's clear that we weren't made for this I'm sorry, the world is ending again I'm sorry again