Feels Like the End of the World

Song	Feels Like the End of the World
Artist	Firewater
Album	The Golden Hour

	作曲 : A
	In the dawn on the roof, there's a semblance of truth
	In the half light that sings to me of you
	With my bottle full of sin,
	I hoist a toast to the muezzin
	That these black clouds mean the monsoon
	Because the sun refused to shine since you left me dumb and blind
	Sometimes it feels like the end of the world
	Yes it feels like the end of the world
	And every word
	I never spoke dies like a spark smothered in smoke pulled from the glow of a shitty cigarette
	And I probably should shave and dig myself out of this grave
	But I can't go
	No, not just yet
	Mostly the nights they ain't half bad
	It's the days that seem designed to drive you mad
	Sometimes it feels like the end of the world
	Yes it feels like the end of the world
	Yes it feels like the end of the world
	Yes it feels like the end of the world
	So tonight in the bar of this hotel bazaar
	I'll write some postcards and throw them away
	And maybe someday
	I'll leave here
	But the drinks, they are so cheap here
	And somebody's always got to pay
	And it feels like the end of the world
	And it feels like the end of the world
	Yes it feels like the end of the world
	Yes it feels like the end of the world
	Yes it feels like the end of the world

	zuò qǔ : A
	In the dawn on the roof, there' s a semblance of truth
	In the half light that sings to me of you
	With my bottle full of sin,
	I hoist a toast to the muezzin
	That these black clouds mean the monsoon
	Because the sun refused to shine since you left me dumb and blind
	Sometimes it feels like the end of the world
	Yes it feels like the end of the world
	And every word
	I never spoke dies like a spark smothered in smoke pulled from the glow of a shitty cigarette
	And I probably should shave and dig myself out of this grave
	But I can' t go
	No, not just yet
	Mostly the nights they ain' t half bad
	It' s the days that seem designed to drive you mad
	Sometimes it feels like the end of the world
	Yes it feels like the end of the world
	Yes it feels like the end of the world
	Yes it feels like the end of the world
	So tonight in the bar of this hotel bazaar
	I' ll write some postcards and throw them away
	And maybe someday
	I' ll leave here
	But the drinks, they are so cheap here
	And somebody' s always got to pay
	And it feels like the end of the world
	And it feels like the end of the world
	Yes it feels like the end of the world
	Yes it feels like the end of the world
	Yes it feels like the end of the world