I have read about the apocalypse
Now I hear we near the end
Of all living things
Of all pretty things
And of you and me as well
I have thought about that doomsday clock
And what the headlines have to say
But then I turn my head
See you knitting there
By the flowers that I picked
I'm not ready to give in
To what they say in the news
I will hold your hand in my hand
And l'll make you some tea
To face the end times with you
I get scared sometimes
When I read some lines
When I realize what we have lost
But where am I to go
When all hope is gone
Well my love I' run to you
I'm not ready to give in
To what they say in the news
I will hold your hand in my hand
And l'll make you some tea
To face the end times with you
I'm not ready to give in
To what they say in the news
I will hold your hand in my hand
And l'll write you a song
To face the end times with you
Oh, I know things are bad
But my love you're the good
