Hush, love, don't be naive
Look up, the sky is falling
What would you do if we were the last
Hide away by the sun or
Sail around Orion
And make the stars last
Now our lips are turning blue
And if this is the end
I'm glad I'm with you
Look, love, look around us
We're trapped in this dystopia
Even the stars hide away
Their words are down our throats
Those hypocrites and misanthropes
There's no change from light today
Now our lips are turning blue
And if this is the end
I'm glad I'm with you