End of Time

Luminaries leave their sacred words behind

But follow in their hallowed steps or try as I might

It was doubtless easier to die 

A million stars to carve the heavens river in the sky

Visible above and knowing of one’s place among them in this life

But I was graced with living at 

The end of time 

I was graced with living at 

The end of time 

January weaves its sorrow with a sigh

And I find no reprieve within the hollow of July

It was doubtless easier to die

When future’s weren’t in need of telling, we could reason why 

Now we’re told they all are getting warmer all the time

‘Cause I was graced with living at 

The end of time 

I was graced with living at 

The end of time