at the end of the world
the air is salty
the sea lions cry for their souls lost at sea
all that you've left behind
and all the way ahead
they melted in the heat of this never-ending day
from the bed of your body there is no escape
there is no way out of the things that are left unsaid
at the end of the world
the taste is bitter
horses run wild looking for gold in the gutter
I'm pale as the morning light
young as the day and blind as the night
I've left everything behind
walk straight ahead and now I'm here
from the bed of your body there is no escape
there is no way out of the things that are left unsa